I followed him to a local bar one day and approached him in the parking lot. After I confirmed I had the right man, I broke his neck."I threw his body... into the back of my truck, covered it with a tarp, and drove off. Tell the AG I buried the body by the third fence pole outside the cemetery. But because it's been about seven years I'm guessing it decomposed quite a bit by now. I have his wallet and will give it to you later."That was all the time we had that day but there was a lot of info too.. "What do we do?" asked Grace in a curiously panicky tone that I had never heard before. I tried shouting for help, but it just echoed up and down the many floors. I could tell there was no-one else here. "The Night Porter's not in, and I don't know when he'll be back. I think we may have... a bit of a wait."Now she spoke with rising hysteria. "But we can't just stay here. I'm... I'm... seriously claustrophobic." The sight and sound of Grace Marvinson turning vulnerable for the first time threw. .. I was a bit stuck.In fact, I'd just resolved to risk the Napier – the pub on the corner, where I knew some of the bar staff, could rely on a certain degree of shielding from predatory males – when my mobile rang. I was distracted enough to answer the thing without checking who was calling – I think I assumed it would be Dave – and it took me a moment or two to recognise the voice: Gareth, our new lawyer, apparently just escaped from an impromptu leaving do from his now former employers. My. After an hour more, we returned to the cabin.I wanted to rest a bit having cum three times since waking this morning. So, we laid out on the dock for a while enjoying the sun. Ruth got up and offered to bring lunch and soft drinks from the cabin. After eating a little, we started talking. I said, "There seems to be a few things we need to do. One is to get some more wheels. I need something a bit more practical than the Jag and with more room. Second, I need to buy fishing tackle. Third, we.