I had my pick of any town in the country to do my work because I was the best coroner in the nation. Yet, somehow, I ended up in Charming because my father made it his goal to make my life dull and boring. I was supposed to be in New Orleans getting plastered and enjoying Mardi gras or New York getting drunk and having a one-night stand. I was not supposed to be in the small town of Charming, California. It was my father's last wish though; I just hope he knew what he was talking about this time.
"What would you like to drink Ma'am?" A blonde perky flight attendant bared her sparkling white teeth at me as if she was one of the double mint twins. I didn't like her, not because she was pretty, because she had the nerve to call me 'Ma'am'.
"Yes I would like a scotch, neat." I clenched my teeth together and gave her a fake smile which translated to 'fuck you' in girl speak.
The flight attendant gave me a glare as he trotted away ready to give the pilot a blowjob and spit the remainder in my drink. Beside me was an empty seat, which on a long flight like this was comforting. I placed my carry on and seat belted it in nice and cozy. Looking around me to see if anyone was watching I found the coast to be clear and opened the bag quietly; inside contained all the information my father gave me to keep me safe and make sure I stayed in one piece. I wasn't sure why the same man that sent me off to boarding school and educational trips around the world would care so much about this trip. Each separate piece of information I needed was in a manila envelope labeled steps one through eight. Hearing the whistling that cleaned the blonde-haired woman's head coming towards me I put the envelopes back in the bag. She placed the drink on my tray and smiled before gliding away happy as an overdosed hooker.
I picked up the plastic cup and noticed it was not quite the right color and that my suspicion might have been right. No, I knew I was right. I put the plastic to my lips and took it down with one gulp, I figured that I have shared spit with many girls and have already had my fair share swallowing baby gravy what would the combination of the two hurt? It was only a matter of time before I would arrive at the Oakland airport. So many secrets I have to keep while I stay in the place I have only been to once before. Why did my father have to get killed before he could answer my questions? Grabbing the envelope labeled one from the bag I pushed together the metal tips and opened the flap. Pulling out the papers I saw profile sheets of the Redwood charter of the SOA and a sticky note that had two little words written in blue ink,' Introduce yourself'. My father was never a man of many words not even in death. This is going to get interesting. I just need to remember, I am just the coroner.
"We will be reaching Oakland airport in 30 minutes, so please keep seated and put your trays in the upright position before we land. Thank you for flying with us and we hope you enjoy your trip."