Tuck heard the commotion outside and, after checking three times at the insistence of Saint Francis, and reassuring himself that it was his friends outside the door and not the sheriff, Tuck swung it open. Then he took in the sight of Stutely dragging Much and his heart relocated to his throat.
Much was dead.
"Oh god!" Tuck wailed, tripping over himself to rush out the door to Much's side, only to see Much breathe. "Jesus- FUCK! What's- What the fuck is going on?"