Marvin dumped Harry down onto the bedroom floor, not concerned at all with Harrys comfort. “Sarah, my love, here you have him.” Marvins voice had softened, Sarahs presence made him feel calm, and he ignored Harry.  Marvin then grabbed Harry in the hair, and pulled him up onto his knees, and pressed his face down onto the bed, offering his neck to the beautiful angel.<br/><br/>Marvin then closed his eyes, his thoughts rushed forth and back in a hazy chaos. ...The girl, Harry, Sarah, had he been seen by anyone, would anyone care that Harry was gone... He looked down at Sarah, and his heart raced, but he snapped back to reality again as he realized that his night wasn't over yet. He would have to dump Harry somewhere, and his original plan didn't work. He had planned to place Harry in his bathtub, slit his wrists and leave him as a suicide victim. Now he had to come up with another plan. Getting rid of someone is messy business, but somebody's got to do it, and Marvin  happened to be this someone.<br/><br/>Marvin let go of Harry as soon as Sarah had the bastard under control, and walked into the kitchen, mixed a white russian, and gulped it down to stop the tremblings in his hands. He remembered that mobster assassin that had chopped his victims with an industrial sized wood chipper, and fed the small bits to the fishes. Marvin had no wood chipper, so he skipped that idea. And so, after a few minutes, Marvin had set his mind. He would just dump Harry in the woods, he knew of a place where he had found bodies before, when he worked in the force. He would cut a deep wound into Harrys throat first, to cover up the loss of blood. Then Marvin would pour a bottle of chemical drain cleaner over Harrys face and hands, to slow identification when found, and then cover him with leaves and branches.<br/><br/>Marvin put down his emptied glass, fetched the chemical drain cleaner from the bathroom and went back into the bedroom to get things going.