“We all know we have a tendency of storing stuff at your place.” “Corpses. Not stuff.” “You’re the only one who doesn’t get freaked out by it.” My lips turned down at the sides. “While we’re on the subject. No more storing bodies at my place. Inessa is as understanding as any woman could be, but I draw the line at that. Anyway, Conor has the walk-in fridge—”
