I rejected the call before it gave another violent surge and burst the vein in Tony's forehead. Its pulsing increased when I bit my lip and shook my head, holding the quiet phone between us.
I couldn't help it if someone called me.
"It's nothing," Charlie said, hovering by the open door and peeking back at the caskets in the small room. He sure looked like he knew they weren't empty, as he promised earlier.
My body shuttered. Yuck. Dead bodies.
It was one thing to see them lying on the ground post murder, but completely different to see them all stretched out and made up in a coffin. No, thank you.
Funerals were not my thing.
"I think you can get off me now," Tony whispered in my ear after the door clinked closed.
I twisted my head around, putting us nose to nose. "What? You do
