Simon was silent as he carried Tory’s limp body through the cemetery. He refused to look anywhere else but straight ahead. For the first time, he was seeing things that he had never seen before. Ghostly figures moved among the tombstones, following the small group as they made their way to the main gates.
“Simon,” Youssef murmured in an uneasy voice.
“Not here, Youssef,” Simon interrupted. “When we get to the car.”
“Yes,” Youssef replied. He glanced at the two men stumbling behind them. “Take them to the police station and file a report.”
“Yes, sir,” one of the men replied.
Simon stepped through the gate and swiftly climbed into the waiting SUV as the driver hurriedly opened the door. He winced when the rough material of his jeans brushed against his semi-engorged c**k. Fortunately, Y
