Damon takes a seat in his big boss chair. Jackson and I sit opposite him, but Miller wanders around the room, staring at Damon’s sports memorabilia on his shelves. “So, why are we here, how dead is dead, and where do we need to hide the body?” Damon asks. “One day that joke’s gonna backfire on you,” Jackson says. “Your client may actually reply ‘In the alley, super dead, and New Jersey. Because that’s the only appropriate place to dispose of bodies.’” Damon huffs. “Jersey’s not that bad! Your and Maddox’s aversion to it, I swear to God.”
