Tuesday Tales - Dirt

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We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “dirt”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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Ezekiel shot out the door before she could protest further, letting it slam shut behind him. She huffed instead as she looked at the empty jewelry store around her. The smell of death was getting a little much to take. She retreated down the hall to the door the direction Ezekiel had gone.
Dakota propped the door open with her body as she waited for her lover to return. They were the worst thieves imaginable. The only reason they weren’t busted was that this particular neighborhood in Memphis was now a ghost town courtesy of Black and his cronies.
She fought back a shiver but it resonated through her anyway. How long would it be before the rest of the city would follow?
She pried open the bag to distract herself from her thoughts. She gasped as her eyes grew wide. Inside sat a deep green, almost forest colored, emerald. It shouldn’t have surprised her since they found it in a jewelry store. However, the gold encasement surrounding it meant it had no place in that business. It must have at one time been out for display. A small pile of dirt nestled in the corner of the burlap. It looked too clean and polished to have come from an archeological site.
The whole thing was bizarre. Considering what she chose to do for a living, that said a lot.
“Whatcha’ got there?”
Dakota’s heart almost exploded through her chest. She jerked her head up to find Ezekiel standing there, his arms laden with long fluorescent bulbs.
“I’ll show you later. What the hell are you doing with those?” She pointed to his new treasures.
“I told you. Remodeling. Are you going to let me in or are we waiting for Mister Friendly Policeman to wander by and arrest us?”
She shuffled her feet back until the door opened enough for him and his load to slip by. She followed, securing the door behind them. Her eyes watered as she gagged. Nope, the scent was no better. She hoped he hurried.
She set the bag down on the counter and scooped up a bulb as he scooted the ladder under the first ballast. He hurried up it, pried the bulbs from it then handed them to her. Once she had them secured, he took the ones she offered to him.
“I still don’t get it,” she pried.
He popped a new bulb into place. “Simple. What are these used for?”
“For people to suntan indoors.”
“Which means they have UV light built into them. If everything goes according to my plan, Black and his crew arrive tonight, they’ll flip the switch and go up in flames. Instant sunny day inside. Easy peasy.”