The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1

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close to here. The quayside will offer a challenge for the
cops. They will be questioning the folks there for weeks."
"Very good, sir."
And with that, the man known as the Undertaker, the
man who tidied up after messy scenes had been made, loaded
the body into the back of his one-horse freight wagon of
worn and weathered wood. Throwing a heavy tarp over the
body, he turned slowly to the Eliminator and offered, as if in
anticipation of the question, "A hearse might attract the attention
of any souls who would be out and about. We would
not want that, now, would we?"
"Indeed not. Our work carries risk enough without neglect
of all the care we can give to it."
With that, the Undertaker mounted his conveyance. Before
driving off into the darkness, he spoke once more. "Perchance,
we will one day, or more properly said, one night,
work together once more."
"Yes, mayhap we will. My book is not in want of names of
those who yet are to be eliminated."
And so, while the city had slept, the Eliminator and the
Undertaker had done their work, perhaps work as integral
as any to the functioning of the city.