Joe tossed the broken shovel handle aside, cursing his luck. Turning, he kicked the body wrapped in garbage bags to the side. “You had to go for my sister, didn’t you? You couldn’t pick some other dame, you stupid ass!”
After a few more kicks, Joe spit on the bags and turned to head back to the car for another shovel.
When the hole was dug, he grabbed the bagged body as a hand shot out, grabbing him by the throat.
The bag fell away, revealing a grinning face. “Let’s see if you taste as good as your sister.”