"I thought your name was Tabitha?" he asked, not walking forward.
With my arm still looped through Tony's, we stepped over the threshold and I pulled him into the funeral home. Groups of people buzzed with whispered chatter around us. Most dressed in black, but a few rebels donned dark blue. Pearl would probably make a list of offenders.
"Small misunderstanding. No worries."
He narrowed his eyes at me, but we didn't have time for an explanation.
I scanned the area, wanting to find my target first, which would make it easier to monitor him during the service. Jimmy Jones stood in the middle of a circle in the back of the room. Women clustered around him, chatting wildly as his sorrowful gaze met each face and then bounced to the next. He didn't frown like you'd expect at his wife's fun
