“Don’t,” Chloe said. Her golden complexion was complemented by her light blonde hair, cascading down one shoulder in large, soft curls. It’s Astrid. “I just wish I could give him his husband back. Apparently, he didn’t have a lot of family. “I swear to god, that woman in the meeting was at that fucking warehouse! Let me know if you need anything before I leave. That also meant Ashlee would lose his protection, allowing me to finally get whatever answers she held. “What’s his name?”
“Jonathan.”
After giving a few rounds of hugs and handshakes to funeral attendees—including a long hug from Shea—I crossed the cemetery toward the lone figure still standing under the tree. I was rock hard as she hovered over me with the tip halfway embedded in her. Insisting on checking Carla’s hotel room first didn’t kill the mood in the slightest. “Doesn’t matter,” I snapped. “I think I need to have a talk with Karl Yunger and William Price. Chloe eventually left, giving me a nod that meant everything was fine and a look that I simply couldn’t read.
