Silvia
Alpha Wade Lawson was here too?
I stared at the man beside the police officer, my stomach knotting with recognition.
He fixed me with a calculating look before turning his attention to Zack, sauntering over to him with that arrogant swagger of his, hands casually stuffed in his expensive suit pockets like he owned the cemetery.
The sunlight caught on his gold cufflinks as he moved—always flaunting his wealth, even at a funeral.
"Yes, Officer?" I asked the uniformed policeman, suddenly realizing why he seemed familiar. "Officer Reynolds," my brain finally supplied - the same cop who'd taken my statement after Rachel's death and offered me that ride home.
His weathered face looked even more tired today, lines around his eyes deeper than I remembered.
Officer Rey
