Tragos held eye contact with Much for a moment longer, just to make sure he wasn’t the first to look away, then huffed out a breath. “I have a car. If we can get the body down to it I can get it out of here. I hope you’re stronger than you look,” this last was to Much, who raised both his eyebrows.
“I’ll manage. Where are you gonna take him?”
Tragos had no intention of answering that question, so ignored it completely. He turned back to Marcie and took her hand again. “How big was that suitcase you took to Hawaii?” he asked. “Or is there a rug around here big enough?”