"We still can. You have no imagination."
I step away from the spreading pool of blood. "No, dumbass. If you wrap him first and shoot through the rug, it doesn't splatter so much. Easier clean up."
Jack runs a hand through his hair."Oh. Right. Sorry."
"Look, we gotta do something with this mess." I wave the gun toward the kitchen. "What's in there?"
A smile crawls across his lips. "Oh, I get it. Stairway to the basement." Jack nods. "Like that Poe story, right?"
"Not Poe again."
"The basement...we can hide the body down there. Poe used that one, too. 'The Black Cat' I think." Jack grabs Mr. Body's feet and pulls him across the hardwood, leaving a thick streak in his path.
"For fuck's sake, you're making it worse."
Jack pauses. "What?"
"The blood, dumbass. We gotta clean up."
His stare shifts from the blood to the body to me. "That's what the fire is for."
Jack shakes his head. "Don't you read anything?"
Remember, remember why they used the blender?