The chauffeur steps on the brakes of the car as we leave the graveyard
I move closer to Billie and whisper in her ear.
"Bram is suspicious." I pause. "He believes his sister was murdered. He wants me to help him find the killer."
"He'll move on." She replies. "He's still grieving the death of his beloved sister. Those two were pretty close. It will take him some time to get over it."
"No," I say. "He's thinking of going to the cops. Tell them that his sister was not suicidal. What if they listen to him? What if they believe him?"
"He's a nobody." She scoffs. "No one will listen to him, much less believe him. Plus, the cops will just think he's a mourning brother that is still in denial."
Billie turns to me and cups my face in her hands. She plants a kiss on my lips. Every time she ki
