I circled back towards the window, and slid the panel open as wide as it would go. Turned out, not very far, not being able to squeeze more than a couple of inches. I sighed and closed it again with a huff. How the heck am I going to get out of this? I wondered, biting my lower lip. I could feel the frustration gnawing at the pit of my stomach. Perhaps, if I had cut the body up, I would have an easier time of shoving it out of the window. I lowered my gaze, tilting my neck to see where it would land. I frowned, studying the bush just inches from the exterior for a moment. For a moment, I felt hopeful. “Interesting,” I mused. If I had made a hole big enough, right between the bush and the house, perhaps I would have a way to get rid of the evidence after all, and Luther would be none the wi
