Grave Ultimatum

The next morning brought a cold, slate-gray sky over the cemetery.

A black sedan rolled to a halt at the gates, and Killian stepped out with unhurried grace.

Tobias hurried after him. “Mr. Vancroft.”

“Stay here. Wait at the foot of the hill,” Killian said coolly.

“Yes, sir.” Tobias and the bodyguards stopped where they were.

Alone, Killian climbed the long stone steps that wound through the graves