Best Laid Plans
“Damn, dude. You said you needed help, but what the hell?” Victor stared wide-eyed at his friend’s dead wife.
Paul looked at him and wiped a bloody hand across his face. “Think the police will think she fell?”
Victor shook his head as he stared at Janet’s shattered head. “Down what? An elevator shaft?”
“It’s not like I planned this.”
“Will you help me hide her?”
Victor closed his eyes, knowing he’d hate the upcoming answer. “And how are you planning to do that?”
Paul gave him a lopsided smile that meant he had an idea. “The garbage disposal.”