Get up. I said, get up. The body lay there on the torn up hardwood floor. Ben reached down to place his hand over the man’s face. He felt nothing. Just saw dark red blood running from the victim’s mouth. Dead, Ben said. He’s gone.

What do you mean, gone? Meg said.

Well. Either you killed him or the pipe did.

I didn’t kill him.

Sure about that? Ben said as he rummaged through his pockets and found his wallet.

Why would I kill him? I just blew him. That’s all.

Well. Must’ve been one hell of a blow job. What’s with the blood?

Don’t know.

Did you kick him? Punch him? Cut him?

No, no, no.

God damn it. We gotta good thing going here, Meg. A place to sleep.  Get high. Whatever. And now there’s a dead body. Where am I supposed to put this?

You’re the pimp. You tell me, boss man. 

Don’t get smart with me. Ben pulled out a ten from the john’s billfold. A ten? That’s it. Fuck. How much you got on you? Meg pulled a twenty from her pants pocket. Alright. We can work with this, he said.

Hello. Hello, Frank called out as he entered the room. What the fuck?

My guess is a heart attack,  Ben said.

I see.

You gotta help me, Frank.

Sure.

Any ideas?

Toss him in the basement, Frank told them.

Right.

Or we wait till night time and carry him down to the highway.

Oh yeah. That won’t look too conspicuous, will it?

Toss him in the alley. What’s one more dead crackhead for the cops to find.

Right. We’ll wait till early morning while it’s still dark.

Got any rock on you?

I’m out. Here’s a twenty. Go get some.