Jeremy tried to round the corner with the others so he could “discover” the body along with everyone else.
“Oh my god! Somebody call 911!” Peggy yelled.
Several people pulled out their phones, so Jeremy did as well. He didn’t dial, acting as though he’d been slow on the draw. Within five seconds someone else had gotten through, but he needed it to look like he thought it would make a difference, same as they did. No one was supposed to know yet that Bob was just a body.
“Does he have a pulse?” Marnie asked. Roger had crouched down and was feeling around on Bob’s neck.
Peggy said, “Try his wrist,” so Roger did.
“I don’t feel anything. Maybe I’m doing it wrong.”
“Put your glasses in front of his mouth,” someone else said. Jeremy was starting to think he could have killed Bob right in front of them and they still wouldn’t know he was dead.
“Nothing,” Roger said, immediately moving to put his glasses back on before thinking twice about it.
You’re goddamned right “nothing,” Jeremy thought. Bob finally got what he deserved. He had made sure of that.