Savannah Watson

“What should we do with the body?”

The room looked like a murder scene, which by all accounts, it was. Blood was splattered everywhere: the floor, the walls, the ceiling.

Murder weapon in hand, Adam shrugged one shoulder. “I guess that depends on how much trouble you want to get into.”

 “How about none?” Jack picked at his teeth with his pinky nail.

 “Then, we should hide the body.”

Jack stopped picking at his teeth, hand frozen in midair. “Where? Bodies always get found! We can’t throw it in a lake or the ocean; sooner or later it’s bound to wash up somewhere. Leaving it in the woods is out of the question because some hiker or hunter is sure to stumble upon it. And let’s not even get into cutting up the body!”

Adam held up a silencing hand. “Jack, you watch too many crime dramas, and you seriously lack imagination.”

Jack hesitated. “How many people have you killed?”

“Not counting this guy, more than you, and I’ve never been caught,” Adam answered flatly, tucking the gun into his waistband. “It’s time to stop loitering about and move the body.”

“Cut!”

The actors turned to the voice of the director behind a camera. The actor playing Adam – named William White – stuck his hands in his pockets, while the man portraying Jack – Greg Andersen – crossed his arms over his chest.

The director stepped forward into the set. “You guys nailed this take, but that last line doesn’t sound right. I’m going to have the writers come back to it, but I think we’re ready to wrap today.”

“Okay.” Dallas took the prop gun out.

“Looks like somebody needs to wake Martin; he fell asleep during filming.”

“I guess playing a corpse gets boring.” Someone offset joked.

William and Greg shared a look. “We’ll take care of him.”

As the set started to clear, William and Greg went over to Martin, sprawled out on the floor with fake blood under his head. Greg gave him a half-hearted shove and got no response.

Although, both men knew they wouldn’t. They had been there when Martin had ended up on the floor.

Greg had pulled the trigger of the prop gun against the other man’s temple, knowing what would happen when the blank round collided with the most fragile part of the man’s skull. William had suggested claiming an on-set accident, but Greg had insisted it would do no good. There was already a motive, and everyone on the set would know what it was. On-set gossip that Greg’s wife had left him for Martin was enough to convince anyone that Greg had meant to kill the man.

No one on set had noticed Martin’s true condition, and Greg and William had done as much as they could to keep the secret. They had told many lies about his whereabouts before filming the scene, and they had let everyone believe he had fallen asleep during filming. And everyone had believed them.

After all, they were actors for a reason.

After the last person cleared the set, William leaned close to Greg and whispered, “Seriously though, what should we do with the body?”

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