Behind Maria, Maurice let Bob Henry’s body down from his shoulder to the floor of the stepvan, laying the huge man’s dead mass as gently as he could. "I’m gonna pop that elf, but good," Maurice said, mostly to himself. He’d been mumbling about how many different ways he was going to geek Jonathon Winger. "It was him, I know it. Had to be, rigging a fragging drone or some drek like that."