Chapter 32
This wasn’t the same Sam we’d seen at the funeral, however. Instead, Benjie’s friend from childhood was furious, and we were the focus of his rage.
“You desecrated a sacred place. Did you really think you’d get away with it? We’re talking felony charges. Lifetime sentences behind bars.”
His phone was out, his finger poised to dial. That couldn’t happen. Not while hellhounds ran through the forest unhindered.
Benjie must have felt the same way I did, because he rose from his crouch and stepped in front of me. “Skidmark, I can explain everything.”
Sam laughed, a harsh bark of frustration. “You lost your right to use that name a long time ago. I can’t believe you would rob us.”
“We didn’t take anything....” Benjie started.
“No? So this isn’t yours?”
Sam fumbled his phone as
