Josie's POV
The morning of Victor Hale's funeral arrived, the cemetery gates were already crowded when our car pulled through them.
Black sedans lined up in the long gravel road, and men in dark suits stood in small clusters speaking in low voices one could barely hear.
Victor had spent fifteen years working beside Alexander, and judging by the size of the crowd, he had earned the respect of nearly everyone in the business world.
I stepped out of the car slowly, adjusting the sleeve of my black coat as the wind brushed lightly across me.
The scent of damp grass mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers arranged near the freshly dug grave ahead filled my senses.
For a moment I simply stood there, observing the scene unfolding around us.
People glanced in our direction the moment
