Told you so . . .

"Well, Man, don't you have something to say?" Marlene asked.
Man looked at her and dialed 911.
"I did not cry wolf," She heard Man say to the operator. He talked for another three minutes with the 911 operator trying to convince her that he was not a prank called. His voice got louder and his face turned red. Apparantly the operator wasn't impressed. Man threw his phone through the open window of his car.
"Now what are we supposed to do?" Man asked.
Marlene hadn't waited for Man to ask. While he was busy chatting, she searched the body. It was made more difficult by the fact that the body, while still warm was getting stiff. Marlene knew that this meant the body had been dead a few hours.
Marlene used the tips of her polished nails to gently pull open the bodies pants pockets. The left one yielded only a receipt from Sweets Etc. The right one, however was a treasure trove. Three quarters, including the new Oregon issue, a stick of chewing gum, a Marbucks card and a rather distinctive key, all came out of the ragged white cloth.
Marlene quietly slipped the contents into her own designer pocket.
"Nothing here," she said to Man, and made a show of patting down the body, though in truth she was only skimming the surface, not really touching it.
Marlene looked around. Neat yellow bins sat at the end of each driveway. "Well, it appears that tomorrow is recycling pickup day, you could put him at the curb."
Man looked at her.
"Oh, you're right. You probably don't have the recycling bins for the house yet anyway. Well, put him back in your car. It's time for a special delivery. . .