Ishould.
Instead I felt…powerful. Turned on. What was wrong with me? Only now I realized I felt the same way I had when I saw Wolfgang lying dead. I hadn't let myself think about it before. I'd liked every minute of it.
"It's okay to feel how you feel," Forrest said. "We all have different reactions to killing."
"Makes me horny as hell," Leif said.
Woody eyed him before grunting something that sounded like agreement before he started looking around the apartment.
"If the asshole had any cameras, we need to disable them," he said, surprising me by offering an explanation.
"Right," I said.
We wouldn't want to do all of this, then get caught. None of us would escape the law if we were. There was no question what we did was illegal and premeditated.
"What do we do now?" I whispered. We were standing in an apartment with a dead body and considered what happened next.
"I have a crew who will come and clean this up," Forrest said. "We'll have him taken to…" He hesitated for a moment. "A secure location. We'll deal with him there."
"And by deal with him you mean… Dispose of the evidence?" I said.
"Yes," Forrest said simply. He didn't seem inclined to go into any details, and honestly it was probably better I didn't know, not yet at least.
Being here was one thing, joining them in what happened after was something else.
Forrest pulled out his phone and made a call. "Yes, tonight," he said into the phone."He had a roommate. They're out of town until tomorrow. This needs to be cleaned up before they get back." He nodded and hung up.
"A roommate?" I asked.
"Don't worry. We have a cover story prepared. Bob's mother met with a nasty accident, and he had to go and look after her."
"She didn't really…" I started.
"She's fine," he assured me. "She's been fed a different cover story. By the time anyone thinks to check, he'll be long gone and so will we."
"Sounds like you thought of everything," I said.
"Of course we do," Leif grinned and helped himself to an apple from Bob's kitchen. "We have to. We have asses to cover. Pretty cute ones if you ask me." He looked over his shoulder as if he could check out his own ass.
Woody snorted.
"And some of us are just asses," Leif said cheerfully, biting into the apple.
"It's not too late for the clean-up crew to have two bodies to dispose of," Woody said, searching a shelf for a camera but grimacing as he found a finger full of dust instead.
"Yours?" Leif suggested.
Woody rolled his eyes but went on searching. "Looks like the place is clean," he said finally. "I mean, no cameras. This place is messy as shit." He rinsed his hands off under the faucet and shook the droplets into the sink.
"All right, let's get out of here," Forrest said.
"We're just going to…" I gestured toward the body and winced. It didn't seem right to walk away, leaving him lying here like this.
"Unless you think you can wake him with a kiss." Woody smirked.
"What do you want to do?" Forrest asked gently.
"I don't know," I admitted.
