As Bea sat on the stairs looking at the lump of flesh that used to be Buster Vivona, her emotions vacillated between anger and panic. She could not feel his pulse or detect any breathing except for her own panting.
As she thought through her options, she decided she had no choice other than to get rid of Punxsutawney Phil. As far as she was concerned, he was a piece of human waste. Even his parents had kicked him out of their house and disowned him several years prior. She didn"t know how anyone could miss him if he disappeared, and she was too panicked to care.
Naturally, her first thought was to call the police, inarguably what most people would have done. However, Bea was not like most people. She had a different kind of wisdom and practicality, which was often obscure to others but a
