Ghastly did follow, but not without a backward glance thrown over his shoulder toward the locked door of the freezer. So they had the body; what now? It wasn't like they could bring it anywhere without explaining to someone how the man had died, which would invite all sorts of awkward questions, most of which Ghastly believed he didn't know the answer to - and which would inevitably lead back to Lord Vile.

Yes, he did need a drink.

"You said a bar-full," he reminded Corrival as they reached the top of the stairs. "Did you actually mean a bar-full, or is one of us going to have to drive?"

And who else would they tell? Not Dexter; no one knew where he was, which was sort of the point. Dexter didn't want anyone bothering him for a while, so he'd gone out 'traveling' to undisclosed locations. Anton, too, had obligations - a hotel to run. But Erskine?

It was a well-known fact that Erskine Ravel had been Corrival's right hand man for the last sixty years or so. Partner-in-crime as well, if their prank calling hadn't stopped at Prave - and Ghastly was pretty sure it hadn't.

They couldn't not tell Erskine, but... how was he going to react? And if he was going to find out anyway, should they just tell him now and get it over with? Get him into Corrival's house and make sure he didn't do anything stupid before he'd calmed down?