“Yo, you’re doing it again,” Fredrik chuckles from the driver’s seat as we sit outside the funeral home.

Of course, I’m doing it. Sylvie’s not someone you can forget.

“Like your mind is on the job right now,” I motion towards the hearse parked beside us. “I’m sure you’re thinking of Elizabeth and the kids. I mean, they’re the reason we’re working overtime today.”

I don’t mean this in a bad way. We’re working funeral duty on our day off; ...