“What?” Ivan asked, his gun out as his head was on a swivel.
“Did you hear that?” she whispered, keeping her voice low enough that only they could hear her.
He hadn’t.
And now, he wanted to freak out. Elizabeth was good when it came to her surroundings. That didn’t bode well for them.
At.
All.
“What did you hear?” he whispered, ready for an assault at any second.
She couldn’t help herself.
“Coffin.”
Gene got it first, and he actually laughed. He was amused by her humor. They were both like teenage boys. Callen wasn’t the only one.
Ivan, on the other hand, wasn’t as amused.
“I’ll shoot you and your mangy dog, too.”
She snorted.
“That’s how you deliver a dad joke,” she stated, continuing to walk toward the location of Steph Lewis’ burial.
As they kept walking, she could hear talking, but she assumed it was Callen and Uriel’s voice in the air. Things echoed in cemeteries. There was no way she was thinking it was the dead. She wasNOTletting her mind go there.
That was a shitmess on a good day.
As they got closer, immediately, she knew something wasn’t right.
Oh, shit.
“Is that a light?” she asked.
Ivan nodded.
“Yep. I don’t like this,” he whispered. “It’s not one of those creepy red ones. It’s a regular light.”
Know who else didn’t?
Shadow.
Immediately, he began growling, and the hair on his back stood up, and somehow, she didn’t think he’d seen a cat.
Elizabeth wasn’t quite that lucky.
Pulling her gun, Gene did the same, and they slowly walked toward the section of the cemetery where the glow was coming from.
At first, she thought it would be those lanterns that glowed red and came on after dusk—but one where the red glass was broken, so the normal light showed through.
Yeah, but it wasn’t.
It was way too bright.
This glow was off.
