"I'll help you." Bethany spoke up, looking at Adam. She didn't know why she volunteered herself, but she was anxious to be done with the grim task. Looking down at the body, she wondered if someone was missing him right now. The weed and hand gun made her think this guy had been bad news... but that didn't mean he had a family that loved him. You just never know.<br/><br/>She felt a prickling at the backs of her eyes as she thought about being missed. Her parents must be worried sick by now. Taking a deep, shaky sigh, she uncrossed her arms and approached Adam. "So we have to get the body into your truck?" Looking up at him intently, she waited, the darkness gathering around them.