“No body, no crime,” she finishes. Ohhh. Oh, I like where this is going. I tilt my head, feigning ignorance. “So what are you suggesting?” She sets down her cup, straightening her shoulders. “We put his body in the wood chipper, dump it into the compost pile, then take the spreader and spray it throughout the field. Potatoes go in this afternoon, so by the time someone comes sniffing around, Ridge will be part of next season’s harvest.”
