"Stop looking me over." Greed dropped his end, wiping his clothes vigorously. She smelled. Hell had a lot of smells, but dead bodies that had been sitting around for weeks was just gross. There was nothing left to swipe off anyone except for missed jewelry or known valuables. He had robbed a grave or two back in the old days.
He heard a noise not long after they'd deposited the body, pulling his collar closer to his neck. He was pulled quickly to that sound, feeling his chest hurt in that excruciating way again. He didn't wait for Patience he just took off running.
He'd seen a flick of blonde hair in between white and gray flurries. "Josephine," he said to himself in a breathless voice.