"Woooah!" the muffled voice came from under the trach bag. I turned from the body I was wrapping up in cheap plastic, and towards it's friend. "Is this trash bag lemon scented? Good choice..." They must be getting loopy from hypoxia or something, but I feel myself blush at the compliment as I toss the corpse down the quarry and watch it bounce off the steep sloping walls while watching them. I spot a reflection in the rearview mirror, I'm completely red. Great. Good thing I secured that trash bag on them or they would see.

I clutch their collar roughly and pull them out of the front seat. Heavy but quiet. I slide my hand down and use their skinny tie as a lead and drag him to the edge. The wind whips our clothes and their suit's coat is pulled around me; I whack it off. They stumble, causing me to stop. I wait for them to gather themself up and I brush the dirt of their slacks. With another slight pull, they follow blindly.

At the rim of the deep, dusty quarry, I hesitate as they calmly stop. As their sleek black shoes made the edge crumble from their weight, rocks break off, rolling down to the invisible bottom. I sigh. I tear a section of the trash bag. I see his face and he looks at me, confused. I laugh at his reaction and push.

He plunges into the quarry with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth and I blow him a kiss goodbye.

"I'll find you again!" he shouts.

"Then I'll kill you again!" I hear a chuckle right before a thud echoes. The scent of lemon wafts up to me.