She pulled the old moth-eaten rug over the plastic covered body then tucked it around but not without giving it the appearance of having been there for a decade, as the derelict cabin had been. Kicking enough dirt and leaves over the corpse to cover it she then piled the broken wooden boards that she previously removed to make room for the body on top, with a little imagination the scene looked a hundred years old again. The cobwebs, dust and undergrowth concealed the evidence. Not a soul had been in this old run down cabin since time began and lay abandoned, at the edge of the huge estate. No one ever came here. The house also stood abandoned on the Garrett Estate now owned by the local bank. Not even the Garrett's themselves came here, the once influential owners, she was dead and he had been murdered. The local bank had been in Peters' family for three generations and now Gerald Peters and his mother were the remaining owners of the bank and this Estate, he was in charge and so there was no need for anyone to come here and been abandoned on the spot. Such a disgusting place, who would want to come here, a perfect place to hide however, and a perfect place to hide a body, the only thing now was to cover the trail from the house to the shed. Pulling the old ivy and branches back in place where they had been growing for half a century, she covered the shed door then went back the way she came through the woods, with a forked branch she covered her tracks and the trail of the body she had dragged along there. More and more leaves would fall covering the trail already carpeting the floor of the forest. Then within a couple of days, they would start to become mush. However, it didn't really matter because no one ever came here. Getting close to the main trail, she looked back shining the flashlight on the trail behind her, not a sign. In fact, more leaves had already fallen. Perfect.