You've messed up now. You could've sworn that the woman wasn't breathing when you buried her a week ago. So, why... is she on the news?

Danny watches the television with an unreadable expression, his eyes trained on the screen. You can't tell what he's thinking. You hardly can. He shifts on the couch before his eyes land on you. You're screwed. He gestures to the TV with a tilt of his head.

What's your plan? He asks, his voice low and steady. He doesn't sound angry. And that's scarier.