I reached over to the nightstand and picked it up, groaning inwardly when I saw the office number on the screen. Why the hell was Felicity there so early? I answered the call and she began speaking before I even got a chance to say hello. “Alec, you need to get down here r...
I opened it and stepped through. Felicity went to the nearest gravestone and read the worn words on its surface. “This has been here since 1899,” she said. “A man named Luke Robinson is buried here. He was 32 when he died.” “So this is the family bu...