Funny what goes through your head when you’re dumping a body. I was thinking about how I would explain things to Connie when I got home. As usual, Tuco didn’t give a shit about my concerns.
“I have a bad feelin’ ‘bout this, Blondie,” Tuco said.
Me and Tuco stood along the muddy bank of Black Water Bayou and stared at two human legs bobbing in the water. The rest of the body had already submerged beneath the glassy surface. It looked like the body had been sawed in half, which it hadn’t been. I hadn’t had time.