Los Angeles is a big city. The amount of household waste it generates every day is enormous. This waste also sustains quite a few companies that specialize in waste collection. These companies arrange for garbage trucks to lift the contents of the bins with mechanical arms in their assigned areas, tip them into the back of the truck, and then instantly compress them into blocks before returning them to the waste treatment plant.
The place where Harry said they found the female corpse was one such recycling center.
Upon arrival, Dean noticed that this recycling center was really just a simple open-air sheet metal warehouse. The flat ground of the warehouse was covered with rectangular garbage-compaction blocks, each about three to four meters tall. Harry and the others were busy standing in front of one of the garbage blocks.
"Hey, guys, what's the situation?" Dean walked over enthusiastically, greeting everyone.
Robert looked astonished. "Dean? Weren't you in training?"
