chapter 7
As the other members of the Fossil Five had introduced themselves to James, Greg Evans entered the room and closed the casket, then motioned for Joshua Amaranth’s five alumni to assemble a semi-circle of chairs close by. When they were settled, he addressed them in a calm, baritone voice, with a nasal undertone of gentleness that put most people at ease in his company.
“I am nothing more than a messenger to the five of you,” he said, settling himself on a chair opposite them, close to a small table holding memorial cards. “This is highly irregular, and to be candid, I first refused to allow any of this to happen here at my parlor.”
“I am sure this hasn’t been easy for you, Mr. Evans,” offered Cassandra. “This hasn’t been easy for us either.”
“No Ms. Worthington, it has not.”
