#Chapter164
The smell that hit their noses once they opened the door was something all the men couldn’t deny would be embedded in their memory for all time. Dan had seen dead bodies, dealt with them, but the amount of stink in his home would never seem to clean itself after Eric Ross's dead body laid in his living room. Damien started to gag and hold the door frame for fresh air as Jason just covered his nose, closing his eyes as well.
/"Is he supposed to smell like that?/" Jason asked, turning his head.
/"Ross had always been a smelly fellow. Go get the bleach and towels out the kitchen./" Dan commanded as he inched closer to the hallway to grab some gloves. /"Here./" He handed some to Damien as he covered his nose and mouth with his arm.
