Chapter Fifteen
Blake applied the brake until the car came to a stop, then he switched the engine off and relaxed his hands on the steering wheel. The ink around them was daunting, and the trees around the exterior of the fenced in area swayed in the breeze. But there was no rustle of leaves or sound of car engines. No one spoke, or even walked around here; everywhere was deserted. Through the trees there was only one thing, acres of grass with concrete monuments in their regimented lanes.
“We’re here,” he said, when she remained quiet and static despite their arrival.
“I see that,” she whispered.
She appeared as intent on the observations that he had just absorbed himself. This environment was quite menacing, and her shaking hands betrayed her apprehension.
“Are you sure you want to
