The body was in one of the other bedrooms in the doss. Wheeler had gotten a used inflatable synthrubber raft from a military surplus store that catered to an all-night, no-questions-asked trade. The raft had been big enough to outfit one man, maybe two for a time in a pinch, and had come with a rain-proof tarp that snapped down tight enough to keep the inside dry. After the body had been stored inside and wrapped in plas storage wrap, they’d dumped in sacks of ice to preserve it as best as they could.