Audrey laboured dragging the body from his legs. What is he made of anyway? she thought. Stone?
She stopped at the top of the stairs panting, and wiped sweat from her forehead. “Jonas!” she shouted. “You better get your ass here right now, boy.”
She shook her head and lumbered downstairs, the body trailing behind her. Where is Death when you need him the most? she thought.
Her victim’s head thudded hollowly on the first step. And then he slipped her grip. The body rolled and bounced and tumbled down the stairs, until it came to rest at the bottom.
She folded her arms, tapped a finger on her lip, and nodded. ” Well, if my touch didn’t kill him, that fall definitely did.”
Jonas materialised out of thin air and inspected the twisted body. “Seriously? Another one? Trying to break a record or something?”