Chapter 9. Just Another Clean-up Job

4:38AM

Formaldehyde.

Water.

Ten milligrams of wolfsbane.

That should be enough. Jenson stood next to the door and made sure no one else would find the girl in here. He checked the big padlocks again. As utter silence filled the basement, he ran up the narrow stairs.

He didn't have the right kind of embalming fluid for a deceased human body. For now he had to improvise.

The situation called for it. Preserving the poor girl's corpse for at least half a day would give him more time to think. He needed to come up with the best plan of action. 

Darren was pretty much out of it. Shell-shocked. The idiot wouldn't be able to come up with a good plan to address their current conundrum. His current mental state might even cause another problem. But at least Darren sobered up enough to keep his piehole shut all night. 

"Pezzo di merda." Jenson sighed out loud as he trudged back into the house. The entire property stayed quiet and dim. T