His shoulders ached and his feet were tired. There was an abandoned gas station or what looked like one a few miles down the road. The car was dumped there after he’d cleaned it and took the dead body to an undisclosed ditch somewhere. No one would really find it until they went looking and because of the nature of his work, no one would go looking. It would be the same with the body; although even if Bruce was found no one would know who he was, well who he really was.<br/><br/>Lance was careful to cover his tracks with all of this. The only one who would do anything to mess it up was Tequilla, he really didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize his money. Shoulders hunched he’d removed his plaid shirt. He was beginning to understand why everyone seemed to wear virtually nothing out there. Walking in a T-shirt he was surprised to see no cop cars as he turned into the driveway. He would have thought to do it carefully or sneak his way in when he figured that would just seem suspicious so he walked up normally.<br/><br/>A slow frown touched his face as he walked toward her. She was fidgety, different than the woman who had slapped him before. Mismatched eyes studied her, no she was the same woman. Shock must have hit a little or same sort of strange form of clarity. ‘-what now?’ was not what he was expecting. “Nothing for now but try to relax. After that we should probably figure out why someone would want you dead. He was after you, I don’t know why but he was. It was the offer he gave me; you for money.”<br/><br/>For someone who’d gone through what she had he’d been expecting a lot worse. She was calmer than he would have anticipated. It was going to be strange and extremely difficult to work with this woman on this, he assumed she wouldn’t take a no. He could mark her off, make things simple but he wanted answers. “Come on, why don’t we have some toast, and possibly a drink if you have it.” He said ‘trying’ to hold onto his calm persona. He had to play this part well.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry you had to see that, and I know this might sound; odd, but I am glad you didn’t involve the police. I don’t believe they are involved but I don’t want them getting caught in the crossfire.” The shirt he held grew a touch smaller when his fingers tightened around it. “Whoever that man really was, he was good, if he hadn’t made the offer…” He stopped as if trying to understand why or what would have happened if he’d accepted.