“Will he,” Much said, knowing he needed to reel in the judgement he felt toward her boyfriend but honestly, ‘he’ll know what to do about a dead body’ was a shitty endorsement for anyone.
Shit, Much was such a hypocrite. At least he knew it. At least he wasn’t snarking out loud. That wasn’t going to improve anything, and Marcie had called him for help, not snark. “I’m going to check and see if he had a phone on him,” Much said, stepping back toward the body. “Don’t want anyone to try and track him and end up here... You don’t have to watch this, Marcie, I’ve got it.”