The air was cold as it came out of the two men's mouth as they stomped their feet and rubbed their hands to get the blood circulating. The Hudson Bay rolled around in all its sewer infested glory. It was black and looked cold and uninviting, a watery grave in every sense of the world for these two thickly coated men.
"Helping me?" The other man asked, his hands poised over the body, ready to push.
The ratty man started then nodded, walking up and after counting to three pushing hard. The bag dragged a little bit but after a kick from the skinny man, and a flinch from the fat one, the body finally fell of the cement ledge. The splash came so close and the fat man stepped back quickly, the skinny man didn't and his shoes were soaked through to the socks.
"Fuck!" the man said, shaking out his shoes.
"Why did you..." the fat man said in a sorrowful voice as he watched the black shape being swallowed by the cold vastness of the Hudson Bay.
"I just lost it!" replied the other, his voice suddenly cold. "I thought about her... and then I thought about him..."
"Well now you've put your foot in it," the fat man said. "They have your DNA on file! Goren will come after you! He blames you for the death as much as you blame him for her death."
"Its called a condom. Fucking whore doesn't deserve my seed!" he said viciously. "And its hisfucking fault she died." He was pacing as he face became hot and he fought the terrible rage building up in him.
"Let it go!" the fat man demanded, moving cautiously towards the concealed body. "You were cleared-"
They both stopped short, the fatter man not even breathing. The smaller of the two stopped pacing; hands and feet spreading out and freezing, all tense and ready to strike. Silence filled there ears, broken by the waves against the cement wall. Then they heard the crack of twigs.
Someone was watching them.