“I know where I’m taking him,” Tragos stated. “And I’m not going to tell you. The less people that know, the better.” He frowned at Much, who was wiggling his fingers out of the case and going “heellp meeeee.”
Tragos had never wanted to tell anyone to grow up more than right now.
Marcie frowned. “But this is my business, I did it, I can’t ask you to just do it all on your own,” she objected, shaking her head. “Trey, come on. Let me come with you.”
“No,” Tragos said, firmly. “You’re not coming.”
“Aw, don’t be sexist,” Much said, poking his face and one arm out of the open zip. “Girls can wrangle murdered bodies into suitcases and dump them in the woods just as well as boys can.” He gave Marcie an encouraging smile, and Tragos kicked the suitcase.