The Blocked Mortuary

The phone was on, and Valerie heard what Brooks said clearly. Her fingernails scratched the purse, making a "sting" sound. Her slightly open lips were compressed into a line.

Zian looked up at Valerie and then withdrew his sight. Thinking about what Brooks had just said, he asked, "There are two groups of people now, right?"

Since they were not the only ones who wanted to block the news, there mus