L8 pm txting

It’s always so boring.  Graveyard shift.  Sam is always giving me shit about morgue sitting for the hospital.  What can I say, I like the freaky jobs.
Beep.  Beep.  I reached in my pocket for my phone.  Text message incoming.  I just love to txt…
      Where RU?
Hummmm, don’t recognize the number.  It’s slow, I’ll play.
         At work…U?
         Waiting.  URL8
I’m trying to think if I ran into anyone in the last week that I might have inadvertently given out my number…not the first time.
         Sorry.  Brain fart.  Remind me?
         Outside CGM.
County General Morgue.  Whoa.  Maybe I did give my number out.  That happened once before and a lot of people showed up on my graveyard shift…never mind.
         Oh.  Hang on.  I’ve got my hands in something. 
         Wht abt the body?
Body? What the…
         It’s here?
         Where else?
Oh, I know.  This was that cop that came by last week to view a GSW.  Messing with me.  He was such a flirt.  I remember now-I slipped my card in his jacket pocket.
         K-I’ll rng U in.
Better check the video cam.  That’s part of my job.  Not only baby-sit the bodies, but ringing in the police and EMTs.  That’s what I love about this job.  So quiet.  Unless it’s a Saturday night.
Hummm. Odd, nothing on the camera.
         U out there?
         Yes. 
         UR not in the cam-
         Get out here. I need help w/body.
Ok.  Not the cop.  They know we’re never supposed to help move the bodies.
         Xcuse me?
         I can’t do this alone.  U want ½ the $, get out here.
Maybe this is where I should call that cop.  You know, stop the insanity.
         Come on-stiff’s getting stiffer.
He texted ‘stiffer’.
         How stiff is it?
         Huh-
Oh, there he is, in the monitor.  Oh.  I don’t know him.  Well, he sure had a body with him.  Creepy.
Ok.  Give me a sec.  Gotta buz U N.
Well, he must be okay, it looks like the bags they bring all the bodies in.
         Okay-come on in.
The guy rolled the body like he’d been doing it all his life.  Except for the mob getup.
         “So, who do you work for?”  I asked nodding towards the body.
         “Don’t you worry ‘bout that.”  He wheeled the body over to the cooler.  “Stow this for me, will ya sweetheart.”  He unzipped the body bag.  It was the cop.  “Imagine my surprise when I found your card in his wallet.  I knew just where to take him.”  He shoved a wad of cash into my hand.  “Thanks sweetheart.  Nice doin’ business with you.”