The snow fell hard. It covered the body fast.

Jake watched from his car, gripping the wheel tight. The man owed him money. Too much money.

Jake hated winter. It made bodies harder to hide. But business was business.

He wiped his brow, though the car was cold.

His phone buzzed. Another job. No rest for him.

He threw the shovel in the trunk.

As he drove off, the wind howled.

The season was changing. In his world, it was always cold. Always dangerous.

Jake lit a cigarette. He had work to do.

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