After they pulled up on a side street by the old cemetery, Avery shoved the truck into park. He pressed his body against the door as he struggled to exit against the wind and rain. Sam could barely see Avery as the man trudged through the rain to the cemetery gates. After he shoved the gate of the cemetery open, Avery hunkered in the wind and made his way back to the truck.
“Blew shut,” he grunted to no one in particular as he got back in.
“He picked the lock the first time,” Renee offered as a terse means of explanation to Sam.
“You two sure know how to entertain,” Sam grunted. Renee"s posture immediately made him regret the sarcasm he had used to vent his frustration. “So you have accepted that Madsen is dead?” he asked softly.
“No, but I came to the city of the dead to see for mysel
