Holding the sledgehammer right at the end of the handle for maximum leverage, Shayna swings the weapon through the night in a massive arc. We are carrying Jade’s body between us like a rolled-up rug; we swing it towards her hammer. The body catches the blow. We stagger, nearly drop him. His body sinks to the ground, almost lost. We pick him back up, softer this time, pulverised.
‘COME BACK HEEEERE.’
Everything is agony. My thighs scream as I order them to walk. Half of my face is pulsating where Jade walloped my eye. We swing Jade onto the bonnet of Marty’s car. The plan was to drug him out, chuck him in the boot, and then proceed with the mission, but we never anticipated Shayna being here. There is no time to open the doors and tuck the body inside.
Shayna—naked as a cavegirl, all p**
