Five blocks away, Minx parks the van in front of a Voodoo Chili and cuts the engine. They go into the rear of the van. The corpses lie there on the gurneys, lie there like the dead. The lingering traces of life are getting fainter by the minute, but that’s all right because now everything’s set. Nobody’ll interrupt them because the sides, front, and rear of the van are marked: City of Newark. Coroner. Most people know that means "icky flatlines inside." And nobody likes icky flatlines.