"Well, that answers the question of why pretty neatly, doesn't it?" Miles says dryly, but he isn't liking the look of this either. An uneasy feeling is unfurling in the pit of his stomach. He wants to know more -- oh, he's burning with curiosity -- but the prickle of hairs at the back of his neck is making him reconsider for once. He looks down at the wallet in his hand, waging a furious internal debate with himself.

"So," he says to Ivan, his voice deceptively, casual, "think we should hide the body or just leave it here?"