Jasper snatched the shovel from Amee and started backfilling the hole she’d dug earlier.
She chewed the inside of her cheek, biting off the words simmering in her mouth.
Jasper handed her back the shovel, ignoring her peeved expression.
“I had it,” Amee finally said.
“Sure, and with more practice, you’ll be great,” Jasper said. “Just not yet.”
“I don’t have to do everything just like you,” she said, stabbing the ground with the tip of the shovel.
“True, but when burying a body, you’ve got to make it look natural and not just pile dirt back in a hole.”