The Storage Space simply couldn’t tolerate Irwin Le Grand Rat a moment longer. It would have screamed at the top of its lungs, if only a building could…
Out back with all the bags of trash. The bags of trash that appallingly inadequate Irwin hadn’t taken to the dump yet. Including the bags with that Frank’s body parts in them, which Irwin had actually used to conceal some other bags that presumably contained something even more dreadful or incriminating.
No one but Irwin was ever out back; it wasn’t possible for anyone else to gain access. Yet this man wasn’t Le Grand Rat! Perhaps…were it even possible…this intruder was an even grander rat.
Tall, clad quite literally in rags that whirled around him like a thick fog. Tattered hood concealing most of his face. The poor long-suffering Storage Space strongly suspected he smelled even worse than all the garbage combined.
But there was something peculiar about what little was visible of his face. That goatee was rather impeccably groomed for a bum.
He was going through the garbage bags, one by one.
Again it was strange that he tossed aside a potpourri of fresh food in one bag. Any self-respecting bum should have been delighted!
He started opening the first bag with Frank’s body parts. The Storage Space would have held its breath, if only a building could…
What? The bum tossed what was obviously part of a human leg aside without the slightest reaction. Other bags of body parts got the same treatment until he got to Frank’s head. The bum was about to toss that aside, too. But suddenly he caught sight of Frank’s face and did a double take. Then he slapped a hand to his forehead, knocking the tattered hood off to reveal a look of almost comical disbelief. Next he sank into a seated position, completely ignoring the gore and garbage in which he sat and still held Frank’s head.
“How could I?” the bum asked aloud, addressing Frank’s head. “How could I have thought…” He bowed his head before looking back up at Frank’s head with tears in his eyes. Then he looked back at Irwin’s whole collection of garbage bags, face hardening, before springing to his feet.
Like greased lightning he put everything he’d tossed aside back in its garbage bag, cleaning up all evidence that he’d been there. Then he stood back, squinting at the arrangement he’d recreated accurately with the bags of Frank’s body parts shielding some of the other bags. Frowning, he opened one the concealed bags, carefully digging beneath the unremarkable trash on the top till he pulled a neat bag of ripped-up paper from the bottom. Wiping his hands clean on his clothing first, he delicately pieced together some of the ripped-up papers. His first reaction was dumbfounded shock. His second was a huge, evil grin.