"Why wait?" he asked. It wasn't a question of convenience. Right now would be the best time--it was already getting late, and otherwise Jude would just sit rotting in the apartment for another day or however long it took before they could go to the cemetery.
Sam did have a shovel, a collapsible thing that was underneath a pile of collectible pulp novels in the next room. He went in, dug it out, and walked back toward Cole. "Just this."