Inside the house, not surprisingly, was the smell of death. Burk made me wait in the kitchen, where I rummaged for canned goods, while he explored. He came back white-faced.
“Two dead in the bedroom. The woman is blue, and the man shot himself in the head. We don’t need anything that’s in there, and I closed the door. I’m sorry, man, but these condoms will have to wait until later. And…there’s no way we can bury all these people. We would need, to be blunt, body bags, to keep them from falling…oh, don’t throw up, I’m sorry! Look, let’s find something nice for Mac and anything we can use and get out of here. We’re going to need a Plan B. I can’t keep doing this.”
Of course, I put my arms around him and let him cry against my soul.