“ mundane shit, ” jesse repeats, momentarily distracted watching the birds flutter out of the tree nearby. “ yeah, you could say that. i can clean things up pretty good. ” ironically, it’s one of his few real talents. enough cleaning the lab with mr. white and it became pretty much second nature, practically an innate skill. “ i’ve, uh, been on some ride-alongs with mike, so, i at least got a vague idea of what’s goin’ on. ” he offers a humble smile toward milo as he steps along the driveway.
there’s something kind of sullen about this house. somber. he stops at the front door, turning the knob — to his slight surprise, it’s not locked at all, and the door even swings open limply with a squeaky whine. giving a cautious glance into the house, he turns back to milo, waiting for her lead. it’s probably best if she does lead, considering this really isn’t jesse’s area of expertise. “ so, uh, i’m gonna guess you have an idea what happened here. must be on the MESSY side, huh? ”
he squints, already anticipating something at least kind of dark. it wouldn’t exactly be out of the question for a job like this, considering the manner in which he first met mike. he pushes away that thought and the pain that comes with the memory, taking a small step into the house and waiting for milo to proceed.
“it’s… definitely pretty messy.” milo scans the dimly lit frontroom of the house before brushing past jesse and setting her bag down on a coffee table. “come here. shut that door behind you.”
half-kneeling before the table, milo unzips her duffle bag. at the top is a box of disposable latex gloves, four of which she removes for herself and jesse; beneath those is a couple of maybe every kind of cleaning supply ever. the bag is loaded full of sponges and rags, bleach, hydrogen peroxide, even a small portable hose - you name it. milo puts one of the pairs of gloves to the side for jesse and continues rummaging through her things, talking as she sets out their supplies.
“so, all we’re gonna be doing today is basically just cleaning up the crime scene and then eliminating the body. the end goal here is to erase his presence completely, which should be easy since he’s already been considered missing for a year or so.” milo stands, holding a sponge, a hose, and a plastic bucket. she shakes her head in contempt. “cartel executed him in his own home. poor jackass.”
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