I pushed open the window, grunting from the effort. The wet weather they had been having recently had made the frames stiff within its constraints. The wooden surroundings sweeper from the damp, and the hinges had long become rusted into place. Thankfully, I wasn’t without a trick or two to deal with little issues like that. After a few drops of white gin jar, I finally shifted the rust and pushed the window open a little further. It wasn’t juicy, but it was enough to get what I needed done. Below, the bushes have become more outgrown, now finding the throne climbing the wall of the building, reaching up towards her in silent protest. But it had to be done. Drax knew too much, and soon, Luther would catch on as well, especially if he started sniffing about the place.
Hauling the body was
