At Heather's comment he kicked on the heater.  The taxi was still warm so that heat flowed immediately.  It wasn't much, but it did help.  He'd get moving soon enough.  Work would help him stay warm.  He never had trouble playing football in the cold.<br/><br/>Being religous didn't make Heather a reverand.  He shouldn't have tried to push the accountability off onto her.  He nodded morosely.  "I know.  It just doesn't feel right."<br/><br/>He still hadn't decided if he would take the dead man's clothes.  He probably should, but stripping him of that last bit of decency.  Felt so wrong.  He would have to think about it later.  They were at the woods.  He turned the taxi around and backed in the last bit of the way.