Safely back in the truck, he tossed the bottle to Cole, who caught it and let out a low whistle of appreciation.
“Consider it a down p*****t,” Dorian said.
“On?”
“We’ve got some shoveling to do.”
Cole set the bottle on the seat and pulled the truck out onto the road, flicking on the wipers as the first drops of rain splattered against the windshield. “I always say it’s a true friend who helps bury the bodies, no questions asked.”
“Yes, only this time, we’re not burying the bodies.” Dorian retrieved his phone from the center console and texted Gabriel, instructing him to bring Charlotte and her sister to Ravenswood. “We’re digging them up.”
