Adam was a little surprised over Anico's discovery of the stash of weed, but right then it was just another drop in the bucket.  He was more concerned with moving the corpse, robbing it (maybe?) and getting some kind of shelter set up before night.  He took a lot more notice when Heather suggested robbing the corpse.<em>Thank god, someone else said it first.</em><br/><br/>He sighed in relief.  "I was thinking it, Heather.  I just didn't want to say it.  Let's do it as Anico says.  We'll carry him clothed and strip him when we, um, lay him to rest.  We can put him in the back of my taxi for now.  The back seats fold down.  There will be room.  We can put the food in Helen's car."<br/><br/>He looked to Helen.  He hoped that didn't come off as too bossy.  "If that's ok with you, Helen."<br/><br/>Moving a four hundred plus corpse wasn't easy.  Adam let each of the others grab a limb and lift.  That's when they discovered dead fat guy had a handgun in a shoulder holster, but like the weed, it just didn't matter right then.  Adam got his arms beneath, squatted and lifted up his ass.  It was awkward as hell.  He was too aware that the still warm flesh in his arms had been a living breathing human being just a little while ago.  He tried to disengage his brain and just do it, focus on putting one foot in front of the other and just moving the body.  Eventually they reached the cars and got the body stuffed into the trunk."<br/><br/>"Let's flip the van first.  He's not going anywhere."  Anico was right, they should dump the body, but they had to flip the van too.  Worst comes to worse the taxi had headlights and a heater.  They could dump the body at night.  They needed daylight to flip the fan.