“Do you really have to ask?” I said shortly, feeling a small burst of anger beginning to burn. “I haven't had to hide a body in eighty-five years but even I could’ve found a better place than a dumpster!”

              “Keep your voice down!” he shot back in a heated whisper. “I knew that girl and she has a family that’s going to need some sort of closure. A body to bury. And I didn't just throw her in there. I put animal saliva on the bite marks and I knew a dumpster would be a place she would be discovered quickly, by only one or two people, and with little chance the body would be damaged. What would you have preferred, a public park where she could’ve be...

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