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The clock hit half after ten o’clock when Dante held the door open for Cloris, then slid into the black limo after her. She sat in the corner, clutching her purse like it was a life line. Her face was in shadow, but she’d been quiet and jumpy all day. He felt a little bad about deceiving her, but she’d have to understand. He was just trying to protect her. And get his money back.
Abel was at the wheel, Cain riding shotgun as they pulled into the desultory flow of traffic. On the main drag it was still busy, more so on the freeway. New Orleans never completely went to sleep and good thing, too, since he did most of his business after dark. When they got to the cemetery the gates were ajar, as if they were expected. Dante smiled. This was going to be so easy—
Something cold pressed aga
