Nov 03, 2008 23:41
He didn't even have time to scream. He only managed a thick gurgle as I plunged the knife into his chest. He fell backwards, dead as soon as he hit the tarp that I'd already laid out. Good thing, too--not only does it minimize the mess, but it makes it easier to move.
It still took me and Juan fifteen minutes to drag him through the alley and up the back steps. It's only going to get tougher from here, too--eventually the bums will figure out what's going on, and not hang out back here anymore. Still, we have to take advantage of it while it lasts. I tell Juan to grab the hacksaw while I fire up the oven.
Managing a restaurant used to be so much easier before all the cows died.