They knew she was right.
No one wanted to put their loved one to rest to find out that their head was missing, and they were used as a masturbatory aid to some sicko.
That was a worse pill to swallow than an exhumation.
Together, they began walking out of the building. Not far from the vehicle, Uriel was standing, and reporters were right in front of him.
All he kept saying was‘no comment’, like they’d told him when asked questions.
Yeah, they were going to need more security now that the media was involved.
“Ivan, tomorrow, bulk up,” she said.
And he knew what she meant.
“We will.”
Not a second later, the media saw her, and they started shooting questions her way. All the while, she ignored them.Beside her, Shadow was walking, and the second she opened the door to the blacked-out ride, the dog got in, and sat his ass in a captain’s chair.
“Well, that tells us he wanted to go with us,” Callen said, moving past the dog and to the seat not far from her.
Gene got in too and parked it by Callen since the dog was in his seat. Somehow, he suspected that was a battle he wasn’t going to win.
“Ivan, get us to the cemetery, but lose the media. Gun it.”
And he did.
He hauled ass, making sure he was already down the road before they got to their vehicles to tail him.
The whole time, he watched as the big dog stared out the window. He couldn’t wait for this to go down. Someone was getting her ass told off.
Ethan was going to lose his damn mind.
That dog was not staying with the family.
Bet.
On.
It.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
The Reservation
Same Time
When he arrived, his father’s truck was there, and in a way, it reminded Ethan of his youth. There was always a truck in front of the cabin.
Timothy had an old, beat-up one, and it seemed his father had long-term plans.
Of living.
It was clear that Wyler had gotten himself one when he moved back here, and it wasn’t a nice new one—which he could have purchased.
Easily.
Instead, he picked out something very reminiscent of what Timothy would be comfortable with here.
