Silence.
Suffocating, smothering silence.
Sam feels like he can't breathe.
Across the bedroom, Charlotte won't look at him. She keeps her eyes cast down as she wrings her hands.
Between them, Ted Spankoffski's body slowly grows cold as blood trickles from the bullet wound in his forehead.
“Charlotte, look at me,” Sam says quietly, yet firmly as he slides off his aviators.
It takes several seconds until she finally faces him.
Charlotte fumbles as she pulls a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the pocket of her robe. She lights one, taking a long drag from it. “You killed him, Sam,” She warbles. Her eyes stay dry.
“I know. And now we're going to get rid of his body,” Sam says calmly, despite his heart hammering against his chest.
“Why should I help? If anything, I should be turning you in!” Charlotte blows a cloud of smoke towards his face.
He waves it away. “Charlotte, baby, we both know that wouldn't do any good,” he reminds her. “Sides, a dead body in the bedroom kinda puts a bit of a damper on cuddle night, even if you've been getting your cuddles from someone else.”
“Oh, because you're so innocent?” She demands. She takes another hit off her cigarette. “Everyone in town knows you've been running around with that barista-”
“And that you've been fucking our counselor,” Sam interrupts flatly. “Yet I still go to sessions every week.”
Charlotte stammers for a moment. “I- that doesn't change that you killed Ted, Sam!”
“No, it doesn't,” he agrees, “And it doesn't change that you're gonna help me dump his body in the lake.”
“Or what? You'll kill me too?”
Sam shakes his head. “No. I'll finally file for divorce.”
Blue eyes widen as Charlotte gasps. “Sam, no!”
“That's what I thought.” He nudges Ted's leg with the toe of his boot. He slides his sunglasses back on. “Come on, let's get him loaded up while it's still dark out.”
