He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I have a car, Blaire.”
“Then why did you make me walk to Leon’s house?” It had been fucking cold, and he made me walk all that way, and all the way home for nothing?
“Because I don’t drive under the influence, and I knew Leon would make us use. It’s just not worth the risk to me. I haven’t done all this just to go back to jail for a DUI.” His eyebrow nearly hit his hairline. “Happy?”
“Still sounds like a flimsy excuse to me,” I mumbled.
“What was that? I think you need to speak up.” Winder’s face was a threat, a dare lingering in his words.
“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. “Let’s wrap him up, then.”
I started ripping the plastic shower curtain off the rings, and Winder started at the other end. We covered Leon with the colorful sheet, and Winder lifted him up so we could roll him into it.
After a bit of sweating, and a lot of swearing, we had Leon rolled inside the curtain decorated with pink polka dots. It seemed fitting for his final resting place.
“Okay, I’ll take the head and shoulders. You grab his feet. We should have a bit more time before rigor mortis sets in, so he might be a little floppy.” Winder grabbed the bulkier end of the roll, and I lifted the end.
“Fuck, he’s heavy.” It felt like I was walking through water with how much he weighed me down, even with Winder taking the majority of the burden.
“It’s not going to get any easier the longer we wait. We have to move quickly.” Winder stepped backward down the stairs, and I did my best to keep up.
“Won’t anyone notice the blood?” The bathroom was a bit of a disaster when we left.
Winder didn’t take his eyes off the stairs. “There’s another bathroom off the kitchen. We won’t be gone that long, but the chances of someone making it all the way upstairs to use this bathroom are slim.”
The music pumped as we neared the bottom of the staircase.
“Hold up here. I’ll check to see if the coast is clear.” Winder dumped Leon’s head so it thumped on the stairs, leaving me sweating holding just the legs.
I was going to drop him. Shit, he was heavy.
Winder popped his head around the corner, and grabbed Leon’s head and shoulders again. “Come on. The coast is clear, but we have to hurry.”
We trekked through the small kitchen, Leon’s body hitting every countertop corner possible. I would’ve felt bad, except for the fact he was dead. Winder propped Leon up on his thigh as he grabbed a set of car keys off a hook, and undid the back door.
We shuffled through the small yard, and Winder pushed the gate open with his back, leading us into a quiet side street. Thankfully, the street was completely empty, and devoid of any streetlights, which meant our only light came from neighboring streets, and the moon above. The last thing we needed was for anyone to question my current look—a blood-stained shirt.
“It’s right up here,” he said. “Almost there. You’re doing great.”
“Are you seriously praising me for how well I’m carrying a dead body right now?” There was way too much to unpack in that sentence, and I didn’t even know where to start.
We stood beside an unassuming black car, and Winder dropped Leon unceremoniously on the ground. I followed suit.
“Are you seriously complaining?” Winder pressed a button on the keys, and the car beeped. “I always thought you liked it when I called you a good girl.”
I huffed, trying to ignore the way my body clenched at his words. “This situation is a bit fucked up for that.”
Winder stepped around the body roll, raising my chin up with his knuckle. “No situation, and I mean,nosituation, is ever too fucked up for me to not think about fucking you. Got it?”
I wanted to stick my tongue out, but I refrained. “Yes, sir.”
He smirked. “I know you think you’re being a brat, but I kind of like that. I think we’ll try that out when we get home.”
“I hate you,” I muttered.
“No, you don’t.” His grin widened so much, I couldn’t help but match it.
“No, I don’t.”
