'Alright,' Copper said, keeping one eye on the mark and the other on his sandwich. 'Most efficient method of corpse disposal?'
'River. Washes 'em out to sea. Nothing more to do with yours truly.' Gunt tapped his chest and nodded.
'You mean estuary.'
'Oh, not this again. River, estuary, bloody current - whatever does the job, if you catch my drift.'
A long flat look from Copper said he did but didn't appreciate the pun.
Shame. Gunt had been rather pleased with that one.