clarkroschellâ:
      âââCause important things halfway through the night doesnât sound like youâre trying to hide a fuckinâ body at all, huh.â Amusement was perched within the crook of a smirk that crept onto his lips, letting out a snort of near protest to her claims. It wasnât often he was met with such brazen flippancy that matched his own.Â
    Bea scoffed, âam I carrying a body bag? No? Case closed.â She wouldnât carry it in the first place. Maybe drag, but itâd be thrown into a river before it could ever be put into a respective covering of any sort. âYou sound like youâre directing this conversation away from you, should I be worried? Serial killer, thug, arsonist?â









