Exhausted and covered in mud, Charles stepped through the backdoor. He had absentmindedly carried a shovel into the kitchen.
“Another late night,” his wife commented from the table.
“More problems today,” Charles sighed. “Couldn’t take the streetcar. The boss brought me home.”
“How kind,” his wife replied. “And those bodies?”
“We moved each and every one from the foundation,” he explained. “Those remains are ancient and the graves were unmarked. I don’t know what else you expected?”
“What did you do with the bodies? Did you contact the authorities?”
“Well, the boss knew we had a big backyard out here.”