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There were great places to lose anything, lots of huge holes that need filling. Each bagged corpse was carefully placed into the trunk, with ritual surgical neatness, as if that mattered as Frank sighed, "There. That's the three of them. We'll leave their guns here, for now. Follow me in my Explorer." "No!" Marcus insisted, "I'll follow you with you in your Explorer. If we get stopped, I don't want you tangled in this mess." "I'm in man." "Frank, I'll drive their car." Maybe this is old hat to you, but if you've never done it, there's a certain paranoia that comes with carting bodies around in the trunk of a car. A bump, it might open.. maybe a tail light is out .. get pulled over... where's your registration.. so many what if's, all bad. This particular trip meandered right past the police station which was quiet and without any trace of interest in their funeral procession as they passed. But it seemed like there were eyes of the law peering from every window. There were no hats off in respect. That's good. Is it wise to not be too careful? Looks suspicious, like a drunk going slow to not attract attention but attracting it by way of gross over-caution, or the reverse. "Jesus, Frank, slow down!" The farm was not that far away, yet it seemed like the other side of the earth. A dirt path led deep into the Sumner homestead. It reminded Marcus of his shortcut through the woods when he one upped the Humor Man. It wound around a barn and out through a field and fizzled out as the cars drove even further over rough but hard ground just past a tractor sitting idly. Shouting out the window, "Here!" Frank pointed grandly. "It'll swallow the whole damn car." An old mine shaft was perfect. Frank was quite good with the tractor making sure this coffin car didn't hang up on the way down.