Another somewhat larger chapter, although there's not much new here, except for... ickiness. Which itself isn't really new.
This time the Detective's companion's wrist is bandaged. Poor bumbler. Also: grumble. Although I like the touch about asking Owen about beekeeping - If I'm remembering correctly (and if there's any doubt, it's about time for a re-read), after the detective's general retirement he went into beekeeping. And the later disguise is also very typical of him.
I really did not need to know that it's easier to drag dead bodies using your mouth when they're stiff, compared to when they've gone limp again, Snuff. Thanks anyhow.
We're also reminded that Quicklime is supposed to live in Rastov's stomach generally, which just... *shudder*
More body parts.
Talbot helps out in a tight spot. And Jack's package drips, ominously. Somehow I don't think Snuff means it's dripping some of the rain it soaked up.
Nibbles from the corpse, and a full mouth... Urgh. There are downsides to having a dog narrator.