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One day earlier

The man glanced around the car park and stifled a yawn as he looked down at his watch. He snuggled down further in the driver’s seat; his thick padded coat was warm and inviting. He was sleepy and wished he could close his eyes.

The body in the boot – it’s now or never.

His car was the only one there, almost hidden in the darkness. The cold air hit his face when he emerged from the car. It caught him unawares and he gasped instinctively, clasping his hands tightly together, rubbing them for warmth.

When he stood in front of the boot, his hand hovered over it as if he had second thoughts about what he was about to do, as if the final act were any worse than what came before it.

The light inside the boot cast a dull light on what was inside. He looked down at the black bin liners, wrapped crudely around the majority of the body. Only the bottom half of the legs were left uncovered.

The once soft skin now looked waxy. He thought back to when those legs had kicked out at him, before he’d secured them together.

Shame, really.

This one had had such spirit.

His hands reached in and grabbed cold limbs. He began to haul the body carefully out onto the frozen ground.