Hurried footsteps snapped Tiaz’ head to the top step. He found Bianca with a towel wrapped around her ample bosom and holding a gun up at her shoulder.
“You alright?” she asked, concerned, seeing the dead man at his feet at the bottom of the step.
“Yeah, I’m breezy.” He nodded as if it wasn’t a big deal. “There’s one slumped inside of the kitchen, too. We’re gon’ have to get rid of these fools and get up from outta here. If they found this place then there’s no telling who else knows where we’re laying our heads.”
“Okay. I’m gonna get dressed.”
“Cool.” He hoisted the body up and carried it off to the kitchen. He laid it beside the cat whose head he’d blown off. He then went about the task of cleaning up. Afterwards, he and Bianca would dispose of the bodies.
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