Artemis:
Well isn't that clever he chuckles. But then you always seem prepared don't you? It's strangely romantic being stuck under the umbrella with him in the pouring rain, like your own private shelter away from the world; almost alarmingly intimate at the moment.
'I try to be,' Penny agreed, before admitting ruefully
'But I still often seem to be caught unawares.' She was still blaming herself for not recognising the other Ian as an impostor. If only she'd seen the signs, she might have saved Kate. Had she become too familiar, too trusting? Was it simply the stress of the moment and the battle? Or was she developing a blind spot where Ian Shaw was concerned?
Having pointed out the disturbed ground, behaving as expected, Penny stood back under the tree and under the umbrella. Ian leaving the shelter of the devil's-trapped canopy proved he wasn't a demon, at least. She watched him work as she kept watch for onlookers and passers-by, as well as demonic spies. But Mr Shaw by the lake in a sopping wet shirt was reminding her thrillingly of a
Pride & Prejudice adaptation a hundred years hence.
Under the umbrella, she knelt over the unearthed grave, inspecting Emma Bently's body and the dirt around while it was still in context. She grimaced politely in disgust but with the calm restraint of one who'd seen far more horrific injuries and mutilations. The wounds were a frightful variety, clear signs of torture and humiliation. Surely not even Emma Bently deserved this.
Then she heard Ian's macabre and grotesque proposal.
'I worked the Torso Killer case; I am not squeamish. Let's see, a leg, a leg, a torso, and two arms, divided up amongst the four of us, it is feasible. But, separated, we run a risk of any one of us being discovered with our grisly cargo, and being hardly able to explain it.'
'You know the police in this area? Can you make it an official police matter? Call it a murder victim exhumed from a shallow grave, and bring your most trusted colleagues in. Then the body need only go missing on the way to the morgue.'
'Otherwise... The boathouse is there. Might we acquire a small boat to transport the body in, unseen, to more secluded location away from the park?'