The light faded from Rico’s eyes. Ed let himself drink in
the sight. He had a little time. The warm air would keep the body limber for a while
longer: those cop TV shows had a bit of truth.
He shifted his weight and started his work. The body would
barely be moved: all the evidence would rot with him. Less risk than dragging
it all over creation. No bloodstains in the car, no fibers of dead skin under
his nails. Burn everything, spread the ashes, and bury the body so deep even
the maggots would have to get pickaxes.
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