Once the body had been dumped, Archer straightened up with a satisfied sigh. "Perfect," he said. And it was. The body and portrait fit perfectly, and all that was left was to fill the grave. Then it would all be under ground. Trenton's body would return to the earth, the portrait would decay, and all would be well again.
At Cole's question, he took the shovel. "I will," he said, dumping a shovelful of dirt into the hole. "After all, this is my problem. You're simply kind enough to aid me."