King Elk Forest The End of Burke Rochester.

There was continuous silence from Queenie; there didn't seem to be much for her to say, if she'd even wanted to say something at all. This was going to be a group effort, it seemed. From what she'd gathered, the four of them would be moving the poor old man's body to some elusive spot that only his lady had known about.

Did she plan on telling them or were they expected to move on instinct? Queenie's thoughts almost drew a poorly timed giggle from her maw, but she was able to subdue the incredibly disrespectful urge.

Her gaze was raised to the sparkling eyes of the widow, to whom she gave a solemn nod. Where? she asked, her voice low and as soft as she could manage, though there was still an element of cold behind her words.