Clean up? Is that what they call the disposing of a body?

Oh, my God. I feel sick.

‘’I saw it. I’m a witness.’’ I shudder again as the images of that man’s face run through my head for the fiftieth time, and Alexi wanders over and leans on the back of his couch with his glass in his hand. Far too smooth.

‘‘Well, as long as you have no intentions of running your mouth, then you should be okay.’’ He says it so blankly, and I blink at him.

‘’Who ...