The gardeners didn’t waste time tending most of the gravestones, and many were overgrown with vines, weeds, and moss except for Nicolai’s parents, Petrov and Annabelle. Those two were pristine. In the corner, one cleared spot had a simple plastocrete slab with the name Liam Knox engraved.
Alex spotted the bush line where he planned to get caught. The trick was getting caught by the right person. He slithered along through the aromatic royal azalea bushes until he came to a rowan tree, its red berries glistening. His curls were stringy and dripping from the mist. Again he lifted his head, this time checking out the shadows of the back porch.
There. DeVaun crouched in a dark corner, also wearing a stealth suit. Alex smiled. So he needed to veer to that corner. Alex lowered down to his stom
