"What do you mean, they gave her back?"
"I'm staring straight at her, Perry!" Harry's voice was deeply shaken. "She's lying on my bathroom floor."
Perry cursed quietly. This was getting big, bigger than the both of them. How the hell did his case go from spotting on an adulterous husband to finding a dead girl? "Harry, you know what this means, right? They were at the party."
"Right. Gotcha," A pause. "What party?"
Idiot! "Dabney's party. The killers were at that party. They saw you there, that's how they recognize you from the lake. Harry, are you with me?"
"Yeah, yeah, I am. What should I do?"
Perry swung the wheel into a hard left, making a violent, very illegal U-turn. He avoided hitting another car head on and ignored a particular finger thrown his way. "Okay, first wrap up the body, in a bed sheet, the shower curtain, something. I'm coming over right now. Now I need you to say this with me Harry, find the gun. Did you hear me? Find the gun."
"Right. Find the gun, find the gun…what gun?"
Perry could've groaned. Seriously, this guy was an actor? Had he never watched a cop movie before? "If the body's there, that means they also planted a gun. They also probably called the police by now."
"Perry…" Harry whispered quietly. "I peed on her."
Perry blinked. Did he hear that right? "You…what?"
"I peed on the corpse," The kid moaned. "Can they identify me through pee…?"
"Wait, wait…I don't even want to KNOW how you did such a thing or even why. Just do what I told you to do and I'll see you in five minutes." He clicked off his cell phone.
What the hell was he doing? The moment he saw the kid's number flashing on his phone, he should've ignored it. Even more, why the hell was going to him? Why was he helping him? Why did he even care?
Perry stared angrily at his reflection in his rearview mirror. No answers were going to come from there.
He got back to the hotel in record time, parking his car in an alley between buildings. He quickly made his way to the elevator, ignoring the bellhop and the old lady asking him to hold the doors. He thought he saw that same old lady giving him the finger but it happened too fast.
He got off on Harry's floor, and he paused momentarily, trying to remember what room was his.
"Perry!" Came the harsh whisper to his right.
He turned and spotted Harry, half standing out of his hotel room, motioning him inside. Perry only saw the kid a few moments ago and frowned at the sudden change. There was a real fear in the kid's eye, along with panic. Wordlessly he followed him into the room.
The corpse was wrapped tightly in the bed sheets and Perry was pleased to see that neither hair nor feet stuck out from either side. If they were seen, it'll only look as if they were carrying a rolled carpet or a mess of laundry.
They gathered the corpse up- she was surprisingly light- and carried her out of the room. Perry went straight for the stairs and halted when he felt Harry wasn't following diligently. The kid jerked his head towards the sign 'roof.'
Perry winced at the sound of the body crashing into the dumpster far below and wondered how many bones she broke. A part of him knew he was going to hell for defiling a corpse so badly. Hopefully, maybe, the new injuries will help cover any evidence pointing to him or Harry.
"Jesus," He heard the kid moaned when the girl slammed into the dumpster. "Jesus…"
Perry sighed. He forgot the kid wasn't from around here. Most people in L.A would probably feel like a heel from doing such a thing, but the kid looked as if someone told him his puppy was brutally murdered. "C'mon," He said to Harry, tugging on his arm.
Once in the alley, Perry saw the sheet had come undone and half of the girl's body was showing. The sight was gruesome, Perry could easily see both of her legs were broken, a snapped femur stuck up from the grey bloated flesh. The detective was desensitized from such sights, but not Harry.
"Wait here," He told the kid and quickly went ahead. I don't have time to be doing this, he thought sourly as he tugged the sheet around the mangled legs. He looked back over his shoulder to Harry, noted his pale face. No, he couldn't let the kid see this. It'll kill him.
Once done he called Harry over to help him. The body felt heavier this time. Using one hand to open the trunk, Perry shoved the corpse in, hastily bending those same broken legs to make her fit.
He suddenly stiffened.
"Kiss me."
Harry's brown eyes blinked stupidly. "What?"
"Kiss me," Perry grabbed him, pulling him close.
He grabbed the kid's head, slamming his lips upon his. He wrapped his other arm around Harry's torso, bringing him closer.
Harry gave off a muffled scream and tried to push away. Perry didn't relent, only made his grip tighter.
A light fell upon them.
It took a second or two for Harry to realize what the light was and where it was coming from. Once that was registered in his brain, he relaxed a bit in Perry's grip, awkwardly stroking his arm.
They stayed like this for a few seconds longer until the light pulled away.
Harry pushed himself away from Perry, sputtering and spitting. "You know what? These lessons suck!" He muttered, wiping his lips.
Perry wiped his own lips, though it was mostly for show.
