Page 92 of Deceiver

“My name is Farnsworth, this place is the Revival House, and your soul is lucky enough to have arrived here after your unfortunate demise.”

“Demise?” He gets to his feet, revealing his impressive height. His hair is dark and wavy, his eyes a soft green, and his features are unusually pleasant to me. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh dear.” I glance down at my information. “Ah. You didn’t feel a thing. Unfortunately, you’ve died.”

“Died?” He looks down at his hands, then around the darkened space. “I don’t believe you.”

“You will soon enough. You were enjoying an evening with friends, and then…?”

His brow creases. “And then I…”

I can see the moment the memories come back.

“A truck ran into us.”

“On the passenger side. You didn’t suffer.”

“Fuck. I’m really dead.”

“For now, but you’re in luck. I have a proposition for you.”

I’m not sure when I’ll tell him that I’m his partner, but we’ll get to that eventually. For now, I have to get him to agree to sign over his eternity.

If I pull this off, I think I’m going to need a raise.