It is. The hinges are a bit squeaky.

Does their squeaking draw any attention?

Not so far.

She slips through the door, not entirely closing it behind her.

There's footsteps at the front, someone talking, though the voice is muffled from here.

The door seems to lead into a fairly bare kitchen, a few wrapped parcels on one table.

Doesn't seem like a murder lair.

What do the parcels look they contain?

Thin slabs of meat.

...She takes one. For later analysis. Then she'll leave.

She isn't accosted on the way out.

That's good. Have the truck and Bellona moved on?

Yes.

Well, hopefully she won't get into too much trouble.

El will start heading for home, keeping an ear out for explosions.

No explosions.

Bellona gets home soon after her.

"Lost him, pretty quickly, too..." she says, sounding like she's pouting.

"I don't think the house was a murder scene, but I did find these." She displays the package she filched.

"Huh. Think something he delivered?"

"Dunno. Do you remember reading about that decompositive technique?"

"Yeah! Bet I can find which book it was in, too."

"I was thinking we could try to identify this."

"You think it might be human or something?"

"It's a possibility to consider."

"It'd fit the butcher aesthetic well."

"Yeah. That's what made me think of it."

"If it's human, do you think we should tell Hughes and give him the truck's logo, or finish this off ourselves?"

"I think we should still do it ourselves."

"Yeah! If this was boring I'd say turn it over, but it's been a lot of fun."