“So, we need to have alibis and shovels, and we need to make it quick. Also, we need to keep the blood to a minimum because you know that’s hard to get rid of, or at least it’s what I’ve seen in the shows.” I halt in my tracks and spin around. He almost crashes into me, but he manages to stop in time. “What are you talking about?” “Are we not murdering Bryson?” he asks casually, but I hear the hint of amusement and confusion in his voice. I cock a brow. “We?” “I got your back, Jos,” he states, no amusement or confusion in his voice this time.
