“Come on,” McVries said. “Don’t keep us hanging. Who buried him?” “This is the oldest joke in the world,” Abraham said. “Baker says, whatever made you think he was dead?” “He is, though,” Baker said. “Lung cancer. Six years ago.” “Did he smoke?” Abraham asked, waving at a family of four and their cat. The cat was on a leash. It was a Persian cat. It looked mean and pissed off. “No, not even a pipe,” Baker said. “He was afraid it would give him cancer.”
