That seemed to catch him off guard.
“You would?”
She nodded, and glanced over at Gene to signal that he was with her. Hopefully, he got it.
Ivan stood alert, watching every single move the man made with that shovel in his hand.
He didn’t want to, but he’d shoot him if Elizabeth or Gene were in danger.
Without any hesitation, or possibly sanity, she held out her hand.
“I’m Elizabeth. I’m sorry your boss thought we were complaining. You have done a good job. This place looks perfect. All the flowers are gorgeous.”
He shook her hand, a little caught off guard.
Elizabeth knew there was no way they could take him without gunfire. The man was a beast, and that screamed dangerous.
So, it was time to charm him, and get on his good side, so they could get this interview done. There were questions to be had about the cemetery.
Well, mainly the three graves that had been disturbed that the cops had given up on a while ago. With embalmed eyeballs, there were only two places they could be coming from.
The funeral home.
The cemetery.
She just had to figure out which and cross them both off of her list—at some point.
“I grew them myself in the greenhouse behind the caretaker’s shack.”
She glanced over at Gene.
She hoped he was ready.
It was time to do an interview without the person knowing they were doing an interview.
Hopefully, it worked.
“I bet it looks nice in there, too. Could we see it? I love flowers.”
The man shrugged, but the hostility level had decreased greatly. Now, hopefully, it stayed that way.
For all of their sakes.
Ivan looked tense, but Elizabeth gave him a look. Oh, and he knew what it meant.
She wanted him to trust her.
Clearly, someone was the crazy whisperer because she’d calmed the man down, but he didn’t have faith in that skill.
Call him crazy, but this man looked…
Twitchy.
Squirrely.
His vibe was off.
“What’s your name?” she asked, even though she knew who he was from their intel. Still, she wanted to build that connection to the man.
