“Sorry, Elizabeth. I tried,” he joked. “You’re on your own with the‘humpery’.”
Elizabeth just laughed.
Because he needed to make sure they were safe if they were going out, Ivan glanced over at Uriel.
“Get the ride ready. Everyone back into body armor. We’re going to a death building that had eyeballs, skulls, and a body. Why not? The night is young, and I have nothing better to do with my life than this.”
She snorted.
“I love my job too, Toady,” she joked. “Suck it up, buttercup.”
Only, she knew the truth.
There were days.
And today was about to be one of them.
For all of them.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
The Cemetery
Across Town
Same Time
Oh, they were making him so angry.
Not only had they touched his precious things, the collection that he worked so hard for years to cultivate, but they were digging where they had no business.
That had to end.
There was no way he could take this sitting down. Maybe a smarter man would cut his losses, and cut out of there, but he liked a challenge, and how lucky did he get?
Elizabeth Blackhawk?
The poster girl for the FBI?
This was years in the making.
Oh, well, this screamed challenge, and if she wanted one, he was more than willing to pull some goodies out of his bag of tricks.
It was time to have some fun.
He wasn’t the ordinary killer, and if she thought he’d make this easy on her, he wouldn’t.
They were about to start a game where she wouldn’t win. In fact, by the end, she’d regret it.
The Grave Digger was here.
And he was about to leave his calling card.
For the pretty lady.
Chapter Thirteen
The Rundown
