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“You may want to take that back off.” He nodded toward the sweater I wore. “This is gonna be messy.”
“God, you know how to talk to a girl,” I said with a smile.
Over an hour later, we’d chopped the body into small pieces and shoved them into the bag, tying the top and placing it in the back of the Porsche. Afterward, Drake used the hose to spray off the bloody pool that lay drying under the chair, as well as all the tools before also placing them in the car.
The sun had fully gone down by the time we pulled away. Drake angled the car south, heading into the countryside.
“Where are we going?”
“A perfect place to dispose of this trash,” he said, his tone placid and calm.
I’d learned to always trust Drake. In my entire life, I’d never met a man so self-assured and confident. Almost as though he always knew what was coming and what to do. Sam’s betrayal had been the only time he’d been fully surprised.
Nearly a half hour later, Drake turned his headlights off and pulled to the side of a tiny country road that looked to have been last paved around the time the Spartans were fighting Persians with spears.
“Where are we?” I asked, my voice hissing in a whisper.
Drake glanced up and down the road, obviously checking for oncoming cars. The rolling countryside looked fully deserted for miles. Finally, he nodded to himself and got out of the car.
“A place I found when I was driving around. Exploring. Come give me a hand,” he said.
I exited the car and joined him at the back hatch. Before we’d even managed to get the bag of body parts out of the trunk, a weird snuffling grunting sound became audible behind us. Turning, I found an ancient looking wooden fence. Beyond it two or three dozen massive pigs came waddling toward us, their fat bellies swinging inches from the ground.
“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” I asked, staring at the pigs in wide eyed shock.
“They eat anything. Even human bone,” Drake said with a grunt as he pulled the bag down to the road.
I helped him balance the bag on the fence, then he took a pocketknife and sliced the bag open. Chunks and pieces of human flesh, organs, and bone tumbled to the ground. The pigs squealed in delight and tore into the buffet we’d given them. As I watched them gorge on Judah’s remains, I made a mental note to never fall into a pig pen full of hungry pigs.
“In a day or two, all that will remain of our friend Judah is some pig shit,” Drake said as he carefully rerolled the trash bag, making sure not to get any blood on his clothes.
“You’re brilliant,” I said.
“Just very well read, Dahlia. I’m nothing special.” he put a finger beneath my chin tilting my face toward the moonlight. “You? You are something beyond words. An angel. An angel of death, but an angel nonetheless.”
I couldn’t help but blush at the words. “Thanks,” I mumbled.
“No thanks are needed. Everything you are was already inside you, I just helped you find it.”
We departed the pig farm and headed back toward the beach house, stopping along the way at three different dumpsters to dispose of the bag and tools.
“Can we stop at the market on the way home? I want to get some more of that feta cheese.”
Drake chuckled. “You’ve acquired a taste for regional fare, I see?”
I shrugged. “It’s not something I ever got to eat before. I love it.”
“Well, I’m glad your first taste was from the source. Those blocks of plastic they sell in American stores can barely even be categorized as true feta.”
The market sat only a mile from the beach house and was nothing like the big supermarkets back home. Very little plastic packaging, everything fresh and even the potatoes were still covered in dirt. Something about it was quaint. Drake grabbed a few other things: sheep’s milk, a sack of fresh olives, and some sort of Greek sausage called loukaniko. While he browsed some fruits, I made my way to the rear of the store where a small refrigerated-cheese section stood. The cheese I wanted sat in a bin of brine, multiple blocks and a pair of tongs to grab what you needed. Another thing I’d never seen in America. Using the tongs, I broke off a quarter pound hunk and placed it in a small plastic bag.
Turning to join Drake, I bumped into someone I hadn’t seen as they walked behind me.
“Oh god, I’m sorry,” I said, putting a hand to my mouth. “I didn’t see you.”
The man, though it could have been a woman from the build, grunted and nodded to me. I had to hold in a gasp. Their face was twisted in awful, bright-pink scars. They’d pulled up a hoodie and had big black glasses on, obviously to hide their disfigurement. The person, probably a man, hurried away, and I watched them go, feeling awful for them.
“What’s wrong?” Drake asked as he walked up, seeing the look on my face.
