What Now? Chapter 1, part 5

It was 1 in the morning and Tom and I were stood at the side gate.  It was 13 degrees out but my teeth were chattering and I had goose bumps. 
Tom paced up and down the garden path.
“They said they were coming, why aren’t they here yet?”
“Give them time; it’s only just turned 1.”
I heard the shuffling of feet. 
“Guys...” Darren approached, looking suspicious.
“...this better be a joke or something because-“
“It’s not a joke!” Tom lunged for Harry but I pulled him back by his shirt.
“Calm down!” I punched Tom in the arm and looked around to make sure we were alone. 
Darren took a step back, looking uneasy.
“I’ll explain everything when Harry gets here.”
“I’m here so start explaining.”
Startled by Harry’s sudden appearance Tom fell back into the gate.
Harry snickered. “Wow, you’re a bit jumpy, maybe you did kill someone.”
“Shut up.” said Tom through gritted teeth.
“So where’s the erm...the dead body?” asked Darren.
Tom and I led them to the back of the garden shed were Brad was lying face down in the mud. As soon as Darren and Harry caught sight of him they took a step back.
“Shit” gasped Harry, turning to Tom. “That’s...”
“Brad.” gulped Tom. “So what are we going to do?”
Harry shook his head. “Woah there, what makes you think me and Darren want anything to do with this?”
“Well you came didn’t you?”I said rather irritated. “If you’re really our friend you’d help us.”
Harry huffed.
“Plus you’ve seen the body now. That makes you a co-conspirator.”
“Not if I tell the police.”
My eyes narrowed. “You wouldn’t.”
“Hey Harry, catch.” shouted Tom.
Harry turned to Tom who tossed him the shovel he had used to Kill Brad. Without thinking, Harry caught it.
Tom smiled.  “Now your finger prints are on the murder weapon. You take us down, you bring yourself down with us.”
Harry glared at Tom.
“Look...” I said. “...we’re not asking you to help us bury him; we just need help deciding what to do next.”
Harry threw the shovel onto the grass.  “Okay.” he said. “I’ll help you come up with a plan but after that I want no further part in this.”
I nodded. “Fine, any ideas?”
The four of stood in silence for several minutes just staring at Brad’s body. Eventually someone spoke.
“What about Ferdelly’s?” asked Darren.
I suddenly felt a sense of dread. I never wanted to go back to that place again.
Harry looked at Darren curiously. “What about Ferdelly’s?”
“At least twenty people saw Brad there tonight - the entire Ram’s team, those people who he fell into after pushing Rob onto the floor, the bar man...”
We all turned to Darren who stood with his hand thoughtfully on his chin and his eyes fixed on Brad.
“...and each one of those people knew he was insanely drunk, right?”
“I see where you’re going with this...” pursued Harry, turning to the three of us. “...so if Brad were to turn up dead - say at the back of Ferdelly’s...”
“It would look like an accident.”
Darren’s quick thinking had surprised me. I nodded thoughtfully.
“But what about when the police take him in for an autopsy? Won’t they figure out that his death was caused by a blow to the head?”
Darren nodded. “So you put him at the bottom the steps that lead out from the decking and make it look like he fell.”