As she approached, Travis said nothing.
But his brother did.
“That’s Mrs. Williams. She died from a stroke. We’re trying to reconstruct her face, so the one side isn’t drooping.”
Yeah, she didn’t care.
Oh, don’t get her wrong, she felt bad for the woman, but she didn’t care what they were doing.
“Does she still have her eyeballs?” she asked in what must have seemed out of the blue.
They both looked at each other, and then her.
“What does that mean?” Travis asked. “Of course, she does. Why wouldn’t she? What is this about?”
It was time.
That’s when Elizabeth told them.
“Well, gentlemen, and lady, we have a problem. We had a casket unearthed at Saint Mary’s cemetery, and the person inside was missing something…,” she began, but didn’t get to finish.
They were all caught off guard by the brother holding the putty spatula.
He lost his damn mind.
Travis shoved the table so hard, Mrs. Williams went for a ride, right at them.
Had it not been for Gene to stop it, the table would have slammed into him and Ethan.
Hector fell over, and she had enough time to avoid the table, vault it along with the dead woman, and chase after the man, leaving Gene and Ethan behind.
As she ran through a doorway to catch him, Elizabeth found herself in the storage room at the back of the funeral home. Inside, she saw darkness, shadows, and a plethora of things they used in the business.
Maybe she’d get lucky, and they’d find eyeballs.
Hitting her vest, she alerted the Marines that were still outside the building that she was on the move.
Yeah...
It was a bad time to leave them by the car.
“Ivan, I have a runner. Block off the exits,” she said, as a casket came careening toward her. She moved back, and just narrowly dodged it before it crashed to the floor.
She heard one thing over the comm.
“Jesus Christ, Elizabeth,” Ivan said in annoyance.
Well, she got that.
She wasn’t exactly thrilled playing Hogan’s Alley in the back of a freaking funeral home.
Only, she couldn’t waste time and let this dude slip away. She was in a dark storage room with so much clutter.
“Get to Ethan. Gene is with him, and Hector,” she managed to say into her com as she was preparing for the next thing that was thrown her way.
It was an urn, and it exploded with the ashes of someone’s nana, or papa.
Over this whole thing, she pulled her gun, and began playing hide and seek with a nut.
