Darius' POV
I didn't bother driving into the office parking lot. Honestly, I just wanted to get this over with. Aunt Ronnie's death still didn't sit right with me. A "heart attack"? It didn't feel like her. She was strong, healthy, always jogging around the estate like she was twenty again.
Mom had said she had one once, but still.
I was growing impatient in this car. Sam was taking forever, as usual. When I finally saw him coming, I wasn't surprised to see Kimberly beside him. They were walking closely. He had that ridiculous grin plastered on his face, looking like he'd just won the lottery.
I sighed. "Finally," I muttered under my breath as they approached.
Sam opened the passenger door with that same grin. "I'm here!"
"Took you long enough," I said flatly, glancing
