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“Prospect, take this to the kitchen,” Finger shouts to Jet who is behind the bar, wiping it down.

Jet rushes over and takes the glass from my hand. I give him a bright smile. Well, as bright as I can manage at the moment. “Thank you, Jet.”

“You don’t have to thank him, Miri. It’s his job,” Fingers scolds.

“Hey, I was taught manners, and I’ll say thank you if I want to,” I snap out, causing Finger to put hands up in surrender.

“I see why Joker likes you. Feisty, real feisty.” Finger walks in front of me, but he’s chuckling and mumbling something to himself.

Walking into Tracker’s office behind Finger, I give Tracker a weak smile.

“Take a seat, Miri, and let’s talk.” Tracker walks around his desk and takes a seat across from the one I’ve sat in. “I want to talk to you about having a funeral for Geri. I was just going to go ahead and do it, Miri, but you are or were her family. You have a right to be involved in what happens to her. We have registered her death, and she is at the funeral home as we speak.”

“All I want is a quiet funeral that will respect her for the person she was, and not what she later became. I know she wanted to be cremated and her ashes scattered somewhere peaceful. She had always said that to me since she was a young girl. I thought she was morbid, but maybe she always knew subconsciously that she wouldn’t grow old,” I rub my hands on my knees with nerves, but Tracker leans forward and takes them into his own hands, giving a light squeeze of comfort.

“Do you want to leave it to me, Miri? I’ll make sure it is done nicely, and we’ll have a small service and scatter her ashes at that time, if that is what you would like?”

“Okay, thank you,” I respond with sincere thanks in my voice, and I give his hands a small squeeze in return before standing. “I need to get the death certificate, or a copy, so I can send it to the lawyer who dealt with the sale of the house and placing Geri’s money into her account. He was acting for her, so I’m sure he will want to do something now she’s gone.”

“You do that, Miri, and I’ll do the rest. If you need anything, you come to me. You hear? Come to me.”

“I will, thank you, Tracker. Oh, I mean Pres,” I am not sure at that moment what to call him, and he knows it as he gives me a huge smile while Finger and Cap who have been sitting quietly to one side chuckle.

“You can call me Tracker, Miri.”

I quickly scuttle out of the office, and afford myself a small smile at the mess I made of saying Tracker, then Pres. Nerves! Honestly, they can make you look like a fool.

Cilla waves me over as I walk into the common room. “Take a seat, Miri. I have a message for you.”

“A message for me? From who, Cilla?” I ask as I take the seat across from her at the table. Ayla is beside us in her playpen, playing with building blocks.

“From Geri, Miri,” Cilla blurts it out, and grabs my hands so I can’t jump onto my feet and away from the table. “It’s okay, Miri. Geri just wants you to know she’s sorry for being a terrible sister at the end. She understands that she had veered from the life you were both building. But she says she really loved Snake and was not seeing who he was because of the rose-tinted glasses she was wearing.”

It is only the fact that Joker had told me all about Cilla and her abilities that I had not freaked out at this point. “I don’t hate her, Cilla. I just lost touch with her, and she moved on with her life. I hope she is in a better place now.”

“Freaking hell, who the bleep, bleep is your sister, Miri?” Cilla nearly shouts with shock written all over her face.

“What? What’s going on?” I lean over the table towards Cilla and grab her hand.

“Your sister is a skank,” Cilla shouts.

“What? What’s happening?”

Cilla looks at me with eyes so round she looks like an owl who needs to hoot badly. But what she says next has me slamming my ass back onto my seat and hold a hand over my mouth.

“Tank is boning, Geri. I’ve seen nothing like it before. I didn’t know they could still have sex when they are dead. Holy…Mother…Of…God,” Cilla shouts while shooting to her feet. She bellows, “Finger, it’s okay babe, we can still have sex when we die!”

I get to my feet a little shaky, look up to the ceiling and snarl, “You dirty ho.” I don’t wait for anything else to occur. I can hear Jet laughing his ass off as I leave the common room to escape the clubhouse and the madness that is playing out.

Two hours later, and settled at home, I print the death certificate that Books thankfully emailed to me. I pick up my phone and make the call to the lawyer's office.

“Good day, Clark, Edwards, and Sullivan's Office, how may I help you?”

“Hello, my name is Miri Stephenson. I would like to make an appointment to speak with Mr. Clark, if possible. It’s about a client who is now deceased.”

“Give me any details you can, and I will speak to Mr. Clark. He has a canceled appointment in twenty minutes, and I’ll see if I can get him to give you a call.”

I give the woman Geri’s name, the fact she is dead and we are arranging her funeral. I tell her I am her only living relative and would like to make sure everything is as it should be, with nothing left to chance to come back and cause an issue later.