217 Babel Street | Apartment 19
He’d need a saw and a meat cleaver. He’d need refuse sacks, cloths, plenty of bleach and a large chopping board. Rubber gloves and a mop would be helpful. He might want a bucket, or buckets.
He had refuse sacks, but not the other things. The saw and meat cleaver would be hardest to get. For now, at least, he should find a mop and bleach to clean up some of the fluid and take away the smell, but he didn’t want to go to the shops and be caught on CCTV, not while he still had to visit Wickes and break into a butcher’s shop somehow.
Heston thought. The caretaker had a store cupboard in the lobby so he could raid it for some cleaning things. While he was there he could also sneak a look at the basement and see if it was being used. Once the body was in neat parcels, he might be able to stack some of the less fleshy parts there and, gradually, put them out with the rubbish.
Heston poked his nose out of the door. No one. He went downstairs, quietly, listening for his neighbours. He stopped for a moment on each landing. Nothing.
The lobby was empty except for a bike leaning against the wall by the basement steps. The store cupboard was unlocked. Heston slipped inside. Then he heard voices and a loud thwack. He jumped. It came from the basement. He put his ear to the floor to listen.