“And where is Todd now?” “Back home, hidden in a suitcase under my bed.” She comes to stand in front of me and looks down at my arm. “This is a really bad idea.” She killed the guy and stuffed him in a suitcase? It’s a pain in the ass to fit a body in a suitcase—I know that from experience. You need to break the limbs first, at every joint. Depending on the size of the bag, the neck might need to be broken, too. I narrow my eyes and watch her as she methodically cleans the blood from the cut. And what about the smell? Dead bodies start to stink after twenty-four hours. “How long has . . . Todd
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