Outside the hospital, Caleb Bishop shifted the coffin on his shoulder and glanced back. "Marshal, what do you want done with this?"
"Find a spot and bury it," Elias Vance said, his tone as flat as if he were discussing the weather.
A chill traced down Caleb's spine at the implication. "Understood, sir. I'll handle it immediately."
Elias climbed into the waiting vehicle without another word, settling into the back seat and letting his head rest against the leather. "Let's head back. I could use some rest."
Gideon fired up the engine and pulled away from the curb, steering toward the Vance estate while Caleb directed a handful of soldiers to haul the coffin off and find somewhere discreet to put it in the ground.
The drive was short. Within minutes they were back at the estate, and Elia
