“What are you looking for?” I ask. “Garbage bags.” I blink. “Can’t take it anymore, huh? Going to off me and drag my body out of the building in a big black bag?” “Don’t be ridiculous, Georgiana.” There it is. “You’re small enough that I could just put your body down the trash chute. Far more practical.” I laugh. “Did you just make a joke?” He looks up. “Are there trash bags in here or no?”
