Contrary to what Jamie might think, Elle has handled a body before.

Or maybe several times before.

The fluorescent lights lining the ceiling blink on at once, illuminating the brick-lined basement. It's mostly stocked with cardboard boxes and wood crates, and Elle nods to the other side of the room - a few pipes line the far wall, and several fold-up chairs are stacked against it.

"Open one of the chairs."

After a moment, she thinks to add, "Over there."