The sound of the rain hitting the roof of the SUV brings back a memory of eating popping candy when I was a kid. I'm pulled out of the memory by Kyle saying "She shouldn't come out during this downpour."
He's referring to Joanna, who we call Jo, she got called into work because a couple of her co-workers came down with the flu. The owners of the restaurant need the mess cleaned up so they can open on Monday; I thought 'what kind of mind thinks about re-opening their restaurant three days after three people get murdered in it'.
Jo works for a cleaning company that specializes in bio-hazardous materials, which in our city means that they clean up blood and guts when someone gets popped. Jo asked us to bring her food since she didn't have time to pack her lunch, so we got her a carne asada burrito and some nachos from the place we were eating at.
"You're welcome to get out and go hand it to her if you want, I'm sure she'll appreciate it." I replied.
Jo was already on her way out since we texted her when we arrived and her boss doesn't like anyone not working for her being there when on a job. Kyle reached for the food on the back seat to go and give it to her when I spotted her coming out the front door.
"Too late, here she comes." I announced. Jo was wearing her dark blue, front zip-up hazmat suit with the company logo of a biohazard symbol encased by the handles of a broom, mop, and dustpan; the back of her suit simply saying 'Cleaning Crew'. She was completely covered with the exception of her face, and now her hands after taking off her gloves, so the rain didn't bother her in the slightest.
"Hey." Jo exclaimed as I put my window down letting the chilly air of Fall hit my face. "Thanks for bringing me food." she added.
"No problem, we got you a steak burrito and nachos." replied Kyle, happy to see her.
"I hope I didn't take you out of your way?" she wondered.
"Nah, we were just hanging out. We were actually eating when you texted so it worked out." I answered, then added. "How's it looking in there?".
"Big mess, one of the guys got stabbed so he bled out; but we'll be done in a couple of hours." she answered.
"You sure you're gonna be able to eat?" I followed up.
"Yeah, it doesn't faze me anymore." she said.
Who it did faze was Kyle, since he gets nauseous at even the thought of blood, which is why Jo and I never invite him to go see horror films with us. It didn't help Kyle that we had just eaten before coming here, so he didn't really stand a chance of not feeling sick at the sound of Jo's words.
"Hey Jo, you think it'd be cool if I went in and used the washroom?" Kyle asked.
"Yeah go ahead. It's right upfront near the entrance so you shouldn't see anything rough, it all went down in the back." As Kyle climbed down and ran past her through the rain she also added. "If you throw up, don't miss the toilet, I don't want to have to clean up your puke again."
I watched him go in before speaking. "Hop in, get out from under the rain." Jo walked around in front of the SUV before climbing in, she pulled down the hood of the suit and unzipped it down just below her chest; her pure black hair was tied up in a bun but her bangs covered her forehead as usual. I noticed my breath as I exhaled and realized that there was no warmth left in the SUV, so I closed the window before asking. "You want to eat before you get back in there?"
"Nah, I'll eat a bit later." she replied. I leaned my head back on the headrest and sighed. "You ok?" Jo asked.