Rainer’s body. And by now, Emily was hungry. Should have eaten something first. She’d broken into a muggy sweat, her hands and feet tingling. Just a little more, and then eat something. Peter told her that the bodies had been tucked away at the back of the mall. Emily was sure she’d never seen the area he’d described, and wondered why they couldn’t put the bodies somewhere closer. “Almost there,” Peter said, motioning to Mr. Rainer’s legs. Emily grimaced, wishing she’d found some rubber gloves or even a few plastic Subway sandwich bags. She closed her hands around the cuff of their vice-principal’s pants and lifted. Dead weight, she thought. Now I know what people mean when they say that. “Sure you’re okay?” “I’m ready,” she answered, picking up Mr. Rainer’s body and following Peter’s lead. Peter led them to a set of doors. In all the Friday nights and Saturday afternoons, in her rush to meet up with her friends, she had to have passed by the pair of flap doors a thousand times.
