Spot looked down at his bloody hands
"what have I done. What have I done" he asked himself. He heard noises and quickly shoves the body under his bed covering the blood on the floor with a rug and throwing some gloves on.
Jack comes in.
"hey have you seen race anywhere?"
Spot races a brow acting cool and controlled "why would I know. He could be lyin in a gutter dead for all I care. And you know it.. so why wouldyou come askin me?"
Jack shrugged "well I figured after you... "recovered" you might want to get him back and well" Jack shrugs again.
Spot laughs "no no... I ain't seen him no where."
Jack nods and looks down. "Uhh spot whats that.?" He points to races hat that's just peekin out from the bed.
Spot looks down "uuh nothing.. I um…stole it from race. Ya..that's it I stole it from him." Nods trying to kick it back under as jack approached it.
"Wait... ... "kneels down and picks up a finger raises his brow at spot "what is dis?"
Spot shrugs. "'e fell" he offered weakly.
Jack pulled reached under and pulled race out. And studied him. He thjen gets up and shakes his head mumbling things to himself.
"Pleaase help me take care'o dis.. I cant stand it.i don't know what hapend. I had some more of that stuff and he was over here and then I blacked out and next ting I knew ... my 'ands were covered in blood and race was dere dead." Spot explained in one breath. "don't rat me out, we known each otha longer den dat."
Jack looked at his friend as if he were weighing his options then he sighed andlooked at race then back at spot. "alright spot, I'll help and I wont say nothing. But ya gotta stop doin dis. People are gonna start figurin things out.. Sides I've run out of excuses as to why peole keep disappearing round here."
Spot smiled gratefully "gee thanks master."
Jack smiled and patted spot on his head. "good boy. Now how bout we get this cleaned up."
Obediantly spot started cleaning up. Jack sat down and steepled his fingers deviously.* My little project might need a tune up * he thought to himself.