The only thoughts that seem to be in his head at that moment seem to revolve around his siblings. His first thought, like most stressful moments in his life, is to ask what Zephyr would do. Heâd have it together. Heâs probably done it before. And heâs not shaking like a fucking leaf, either, the internal monologue is unforgiving. Heâd get rid of all the evidence. Then roll the body up and dump it where it wonât be found. He pushes all the furniture off the rug as he hears the shower running, and he moves around the body, without looking at it. He doesnât need the visual confirmation, because he knows who it is. And heâs somewhat relieved. Not important enough to arouse too much suspicion. But they still need to be careful. He begins to tug the rug from beneath the torso, successfully covering half the body, and heaves until he rolls him over, and for a flash, he can see a face, eyes, blood, before he pushes again and the manâs face disappears. His thoughts then detract to Diana. Diana would also have a coherent thought. Sheâd tell you to wrap it tight, so nothing falls out. A humorous thought enters his mind. Like a burrito. The mental note elicits a small snort of derisive laughter, but replaced quickly with his frown again. When itâs done, he stands up, dusts his hands on his pants just in time for Brooke to reappear. âMy carâs too loud, we have to take yours,â he runs through possible locations. Push it off a cliff into the ocean? No, thereâs a chance itâll become unravelled and float. Think, Vas, what would Diana say? He blanks as he tells Brooke to get her car keys, finding surprising strength as he lifts the carpeted body, heaving it over his shoulder somehow. Sheâd say take it to the landfill. And itâs a snap call but it feels like the right one. âLandfill,â he grunts out, and it disturbs him as he imagines that the wrapped up body over his shoulder is still warm. âIt wonât be found.â He tries to tell her not to worry, not to even think, but heâs already making his way around her furniture and towards the door, waiting for her to open it.
In her mind as her eyes focus on the rolled up body, Brooke thinks about Fletcher and begins to wonder what he would have done if she had been able to call him? Now this burden rests on someone she never planned to make carry it. She drifts her gaze to Vasili when he brings up how loud his car is. âOkay,â she breathes as she walks over to the little basket on the table by the door, plucking her car keys with her index finger and thumb, glancing over at Vasili when the word landfill leaves his mouth. She wishes she hadnât seen or heard the panic in his tone because now she wonders if heâs not going to be able to look at her again. âLandfill,â she repeats as she walks over towards the front door and grabs the handle, opening the door and looking towards the living room area again. She gets down to the car, opens the trunk and lets him put the body in there. She drives the both of them in silence towards the landfill and helps him dump the body once they get there. All she can think about is the smell she feels like is on them now. She wore the turtleneck to hide his attempts from taking her out himself because his secret was close to being exposed and she wonders how she even got the upper hand here. She drives away from the landfill as soon as they both got in the car and she pulls into a parking lot. She stares at the steering wheel as the car settles. âIâll let you ask one question. One question and weâll never speak of this again.â She whispers. âOr if you want to turn me into your brothers and your sister. Iâll get it, Iâll get it.âÂ