Kevin reached into the ice box and withdrew a Klondike bar. He wondered for a brief second how old the ice cream was, but decided that in the long run it didn't matter. Ice cream didn't really go bad so long as it was frozen. His mind imagined that it might taste like blood, but he banished that thought. There wasn't blood in the ice box. Just on the floor in the corner of the walk-in, where Don Corleone and the Little Princess dumped the body yesterday. Kevin nibbled on the chocolate shell while he stared at the lump beneath the blue tarp. He became aware of Ryan's disgusted look and sneered at him. Ryan looked away, startled and embarrassed.

"What will we do with the body?" Sam said finally.

"Dump him in the Charles?" Luca suggested with a shrug.

"They'll definitely find it," Ryan pointed out quietly. "As soon as somebody reports him missing, that's the first place they'll look, since the community center is almost on the water."

Silence again.

"This morning when I went to breakfast with my friends, I passed a little pet cemetery," Sam said slowly, thinking while she spoke. "There was a family there burying their dog. It was a damn big animal. Maybe we could go there and put his body in that grave too. Nobody would think much of it because there was just an animal buried, and who checks graves in animal cemeteries anyways?"

Kevin took a large, slobbery bite of his Klondike bar.

"Y'know Princess, that's the only thing you've ever said that hasn't annoyed me," he said through a mouthful of chocolate bits and vanilla ice cream. Sam wrinkled her nose in distaste at him, but chose to take that as more of a compliment on her intelligence.

"He's right," Luca said. Sam was about to argue that she hadn't really been that annoying the past few days, but Luca went on. "That's a fantastic idea!"

"Okay, so tonight we'll bury him there. Too bad we don't know what he did with those chicks," Kevin said. Ryan thought he almost sounded sad. But sadness wasn't exactly something that Kevin felt. Nor was fear. "It'll be fun. Indiana Jones kind of shit." The three others rolled their eyes.

"Tomorrow, we'll all clean this place out. No traces of blood whatsoever," Ryan said. They all nodded in agreement. Sam began to text Rachel the plan, and wondered if she should go check on her. They had spoken this morning, and Rachel had been grateful that Sam walked her home the night before, but Sam knew it would take Rachel some time to get over the shock. She decided not to tell Rachel where they were going that night.

The girl needed some rest.

Late that night, they buried the dead probation worker. Sam wished she could so easily bury all of her problems. Bury this entire disaster. Maybe even bury herself. She was some kind of mutant now. She paused and watched Luca continue to push dirt back over the probation worker, sweat beading on his forehead, allowing her mind to wander to the X-Men movies her younger brother loved so much. One of the characters could shape shift as well. Sam was grateful that her skin wasn't blue.

"Well, thanks to you all, I can now cross 'murder a man' off my bucket list," Kevin said with a content sigh. Sam glared at him and pushed her shovel forcefully into the pile of dirt before them. Kevin smiled at her as she spread some of it over the grave.

"Do you not realize how fucked we are?" she snapped at him.

"She's right. We killed our probation worker," Luca panted.

"You killed our probation worker," Kevin pointed out icily. Luca's gut twisted and he felt a bolt of fear shoot through his body. Kevin was right. It had been Luca who beat the man to death with a brick. The others had watched but he did it. If anybody was going to jail for murder, it would be him.

'But not before I take you down with me as an accomplice, you cocksucker,' Luca thought sourly.

"We should be okay so long as we don't breathe a word of this to anybody," Ryan insisted, looking to calm them. Sam sighed heavily and pushed more dirt. They were almost done.

"No we're totally fucked," Sam repeated miserably.

"We're all going to prison for killing our probation worker," Luca agreed.