"So our sworn enemy has his body. And could go to the police with that. Fuck. Okay, so where did this happen? Where you met him?" Marian asked, trying to think practically now if that's what they were doing. The emotional toll of it all felt like too much, but she could be practical. "Internet posts get cached," she told Much and then, frowning, said, "you didn't have your phone with you though?"