“We are here sir," Henry, my personal guard said, then opened the door to my new limousine.
I stepped out, the air smelled like wooden ashes. I couldn’t believe how fast time flew. Just five days ago, I took down Charles and his team.
Now he has been sent to Federal Prison Camp, Morgantown, awaiting trial. I made sure he never sees the outside world for a very long time.
The cemetery gate was opened by one of the facility guards. I made my way to the graveyard, saw a crowd dressed in black, all looking sad. Hanna was sitting in front of the coffin.
The priest, a tall white man probably in his sixties or seventies, stood in front of the crowd holding a big bible in his hand. He kept looking at it as he spoke.
I spotted an empty seat at the back when I walked in and sat down on it, befo
