Chapter 6 - The Maintenance Shed
"I need a moment!" Owen shouted, his voice cracking with artificial devastation as he dropped to his knees in the grass. "Please, just give me a minute with my son! Everyone go to the reception cars!"
The wealthy guests murmured in deep sympathy, immediately turning away to give the grieving father privacy. Even Chief Miller, completely fooled by the emotional performance, turned his back and began walking toward the line of black SUVs parked on the street.
The second Miller’s back was turned, Owen’s tears instantly vanished.
"Run," Owen whispered to Caleb.
Moving with explosive, blinding speed, Owen grabbed his son and sprinted silently through the towering marble headstones, completely disappearing into the dense, overgrown back section of the massive cemetery.
They reached a rusted, heavy steel door attached to a concrete maintenance shed hidden behind a massive stone mausoleum. Owen jammed the brass key into the lock, violently twisting it, and threw the heavy door open.
He pulled Caleb inside and slammed the door shut, plunging them into the dim, dusty light of the tool shed.
Sitting on a pile of heavy soil bags in the corner was Clara.
She was wearing torn, soot-stained clothes. A massive purple bruise covered her forehead, and her arm was wrapped in a bloody, makeshift bandage. But her beautiful, fierce eyes were completely awake and burning with absolute fire.
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"Mommy!" Caleb cried out, rushing forward and throwing his tiny arms around her neck.
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