As Allen Morgan descended the marble steps of the memorial park, he spotted the sleek silhouette of the black sedan waiting near the iron gates. Philip Keen and Sean Harris stood by the driver-side door, their hushed conversation ceasing the moment they registered his approach. The air in the parking lot was cooler than in the sheltered gardens, carrying the crisp scent of pine and exhaust.
"Mr. Morgan," Govener Harris greeted him with a low, respectful chuckle, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Please accept my apologies for the intrusion today. I hope our presence didn't disrupt the sanctity of the rites."
Allen offered a thin, enigmatic smile. "Not at all. I suspect the old man would have enjoyed the spectacle. Did you have something specific on your mind, Mr. Harris?"
The Govener
