The Crypt Thieves
Part time bouncer and grad student Park Massey is hired by club owner Silvano Blackman to guard the crypt of a dead relative. Park is betrayed by his sister Mina who blows it up and steals only part of what’s in the coffin. She doesn’t know about the other thing in the crypt, a dangerous piece of paper from WWII that every warring nation on the planet would kill for to have in their possession. More
She had to have used something like Semtex or C4. Park didn’t know what else could’ve taken out the crypt like that and he knew Mina had slyly express-mailed some crazy shit to herself from Iraq.
He never thought his baby sis would shoot him though. Surprised as he was to see her, all he could do was stand and gawp when she aimed her weapon. “You've got to be kidding. You're gonna shoot me?"
"I will if you don't move," she said.
Park opened his mouth again and Mina shot him. True, it made him charge her like a pissed off pit bull, which resulted in getting him clear of the ensuing explosion, but he definitely intended to bust his soldier sister's well-armed ass if he had to hire a local wrestling team and gun club to help him do it. He didn’t know what he was going to tell the Blackman family; he hadn’t figured that out yet. He supposed he should, since lights in houses down the hill had started going on immediately after the explosion and he figured the cops, fire department, bomb squad, ghost-busters, exorcists would be arriving any minute.
The Blackman’s lied to him, he knew that. They swore there was nothing of value inside the coffin with their dead guy Gilderoy and they had no idea what the first people who a week earlier broke into the crypt and tried to pry open the lid were looking for. This was bull because even though he was on the ground and coughing up a lung, the full moon and lots of burning embers provided enough light for Park to see the bundles of currency being shoved into a backpack by Rob Lemon, Mina's fruit du jour.
Rob had looked at and discarded the piece of paper Park now had in his possession. He didn’t know what it meant, what all the jargon and symbols described, but a niggling something made him hold onto it and when he wasn't fighting back tears and trying to pop his ears he thought about who could tell him what it meant. The only name that came was Clancy Mantz, a biochemist in the lab at Volmer Chemical, one of Park's former part time employers, of which there were many. Clancy had three doctorates and Park was pretty sure at least one of them could solve the mystery glyphs on the paper, and maybe shed some light on why it was in the coffin with a dead guy. He didn’t know why he cared, but taken with the other items found inside the crypt, the piece of paper was like the frog in the ‘Which of these does not belong with the others?’ picture of puppies, kittens and bunnies. It stood out as something that needed to be looked at twice. And okay, yeah, he was already curious about the Blackman family. Brit Blackman, in particular, God help him. Extraneous information of any kind might serve in place of actually talking with her.
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