CHAPTER 12
IAN
The funeral was the longest ceremony I’d ever had to suffer through. I didn’t know Charles Beckett personally, but he was obviously loved by many. Hell, Grace still cared for the guy, even after knowing he’d held knowledge of people being murdered.
The rain stopped by the time the graveyard service came around. Everyone piled around his final resting place and listened while the preacher said one last prayer. When he was done, the guests were encouraged to say their goodbyes to the family.
Colton gave his condolences to Jared and the rest of Charles’ family, while I watched everyone who passed by. Charles’ wife, Madeline, sat in a chair, completely despondent as everyone tried to talk to her and hug her. She was no doubt drugged up on medication.
“Are you going to give
