Hitman
It is noon. He drags the body across the yard, through the gate and up the porch steps. It’s not that hard, really. The hard part is done. The killing part.
Leaving the corpse sprawled in the doorway, Jake goes over to the bougainvillea and backs into the shadows to wait.
Barry arrives just before dark. He picks up his mail, walks through the gate and sighs. Shaking his head, he says, with just the slightest hint of sarcasm, “Oh, great. Nice work, Jake.”
Unlocking the door, he waits as Jake emerges from behind the hedge and enters the house first, walking tall, gingerly stepping over the remains. Third gopher this week.
A classic!
We'll talk about this later.... after the police leave.