Usual disclaimer, and thanks so much if you reviewed!
Also, I think I had Roxie a little OOC last chapter, she was too clever! Lol, thank you to sunnyhistorian!
Thank you to some of the Triple C as well, for helping me with ways to dispose of a body! They know all about it......................................(not really!)
Oh dear. This A/N is almost longer than this chapter. I'm sorry. You don't know how long it took me to write this, though...
Roxie was hard at work cleaning up all traces of Fred's blood. It was an awful task, best done sooner rather than later. Already, the red liquid was seeping into the carpet, and congealing into a sticky, reddy-brown mass. At last, she decided that she couldn't do any more, and she collapsed onto her bed. Now, what to do with the body? She could burn it, she supposed, but where? And she could imagine the smell...What about dumping it in a river? But how would she get it there? Realising that she had to think of a way, she looked down at the sheet with Fred's lifeless body in it. She stretched out her foot, and poked him gingerly.
Minutes passed, and Roxie began to panic.
"What the hell do I do with you?!" she asked the lump on her floor. Then she laughed hysterically.
"I'm gonna be caught.................and hung!" It all seemed so terribly funny.
"I know," she said to the body, "I'll tie a rope around you, and drag you to DA Harrison's house! It'll be him who prosecutes me, anyway. Oh God," she said, suddenly sobering, "I'm gonna die!"