Russell remained where he was for the moment. His feet were planted against the ground and the baseball bat was gripped tightly in his left hand.
"I'm, I'm on my, my way home from, from work."
He watched carefully, wanting to be able to react at the slightest sign of trouble. Static pulsed through his chest, back and fingertips.
She's no mundane person, that's for sure...
"You, you should know," Russell said, "You caved my, my head with, with a shovel. I, I was hoping you, you would have moved, moved on to your next job by, by now."
But he knew that wasn't the answer she was looking for, so he ran a hand through his hair.
"But, but if you really gotta know, I'm, I'm already dead, and, and can't, can't die again," Russell said, "When, when I get, I get hurt or, or worse, my body 'rewinds' until it's, it's back to its de-default as, as it were. I used that so, so I could make, make my escape last, last time."
And he could be only thankful he woke up and got out of there before she had managed to bury him.
"And no, I, I didn't say any-anything to, to the cops."
