The two security guards were still running toward the commotion when a young man appeared out of nowhere, a massive coffin balanced across his shoulders.
He was lean and fair-skinned, almost delicate in appearance, yet the solid wood casket he carried had to weigh several hundred pounds. The sheer impossibility of the image froze everyone in place. Even Wallace Reeves, who moments ago had been forced to swallow a lit cigarette, stood slack-jawed and staring.
The young man didn't slow down. He barreled straight through the two guards, sending them stumbling aside like bowling pins, and marched up to Elias Vance with military precision.
Cornelius Hale recognized the face and felt his blood pressure spike. "Caleb Bishop!" he roared, his voice cracking with outrage. "What the hell do you th
