“Cherry?” The older voice that I recognise to be Albert answers the phone after the first ring.
“Yeah, it’s me. I’m looking for a clean up?”
Albert chuckles down the phone, then I hear him mutter to someone in the background before he speaks to me. “We haven’t heard from you in a while, how big are we talking?”
I chew on my bottom lip, seeing the image of my basement in my mind. “Pretty big.”
“Alrighty, give us an hour and we’ll be there.”
“Perfect, see you then.” I say, then end the call.
I suppose I better shower before they arrive.
Smoke swirls in loops and gets caught in the midnight wind from the end of my burning cigarette, and just as I’m about to take another drag, Albert steps outside.
“We’ve got a job.” He states, pushing up his glasses. I take the drag I was supposed to take, inhaling the toxic fumes into my lungs then I blow it out before turning to face him. “Oh yeah? Where at?”
Albert tucks his hands into his jacket pockets as one of the cleaning crew pulls up the van. “She’s a somewhat regular client.”
She? It’s a woman?
All the other jobs we go to, we’re always met by a man. Either some dude that’s fucked up big time– usually some weasel that hasn’t gotten his own way when he’s brought a woman home or, it’s a planned kill and they need us to do the dirty work.
Planned kills I can work with, dipshits who get too handsy with women, not so much.
“It’s not very often a woman calls us.” I say before finishing the rest of my cigarette then flicking it away. Albert nods at theside of me, agreeing with my statement. “True. Cherry doesn’t call up often, she usually takes care of shit herself but on the odd occasion, she requires our assistance.”
Cherry? That can’t be her real name. Maybe she’s a porn star or a stripper?
Just as I’m about to dig for more information on thisCherry,Albert tells me it’s time to head out.
There’s only three of us who work for Albert. Me, Jay and Kyro. We’re a pretty tight-knit group and Albert is almost like a father figure to us. At first I wasn’t sure about being hired as a private cleaner for ‘crime scenes’ but I couldn’t pass up the money it brings in, plus there’s a darker side to me. A secret that I can’t share with anyone, not even Albert and going to these clean ups, feeds that monster that dwells inside of me.
My name is Kincaid Myers, and I’m a necrophiliac.
Don’t ask me how I found out that’s what I was, it’s a hard subject for me but turns out slipping your dick into a dead cavern is pretty nice and they don’t talk back either, or scream or abuse you. It’s a win-win in my eyes.
The drive to the job only takes around twenty minutes and before I know it, we’re outside a boujee as fuck penthouse. There’s a winding gravel pathway with warm lights dotted around the perimeter that leads up to a huge front door.
“Christ,” Jay says in awe as he looks out of the windscreen. “This is some nice shit.” He whistles as Albert drives up the gravel path then comes to a stop just outside of the garage door. Just as we’re about to hop out of the van, Albert stops us.
“Just because this place is fancy, doesn’t mean Cherry is the one to be messed with. She’s dangerous.”
Kryo keeps silent but Jay laughs, rolling his eyes. “A woman? Dangerous? Albert c’mon.”
Jay has always been the joker of the group and a bit of a ladies man, he’ll try and hump anything that’s got a pulse. Me on the other hand, I like 'em cold.
Maybe this Cherry is a little freaky too? The thought hits me out of nowhere. Since when was I interested in anyone? Especially someone with a pumping heart.
Albert sighs heavily as he pinches the bridge of his nose just under his glasses. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, Jay.”
Kyro is the first to climb out of the van, then me and Jay along with Albert following behind him. We make our way to the back of the van to suit up whilst Albert heads to the front door. I hear him ring the bell, it’s silent for a moment then he speaks.
“Cherry, nice to see you again.” His tone is warm as he speaks, like talking to an old friend and whilst I’m pulling up the black overalls, I try to get a peek at the mystery woman but from where I’m standing, all I can see is Albert’s back but I can hear her.
“Albert,” she greets him with a voice as smooth as wine, the sound causes a chill to run up my spine and has absolutely nothing to do with the cold weather of the early hour.
No way. Believe me.
