'See you at dinner tonight?' Oliver asked with a smile. He'd always joked about having a dead-body-buddy, someone who in the worst of situations he could call on and reliably they would be there, shovel in tow. It had never occurred to him that he would ever put that theory into practice. Realising they had was both exhilarating and a bit nauseating. The end result was the topic of dinner, because he didn't really know what else to say on the subject of the murder they were technically (hopefully) responsible for.