As the first figures began to emerge from the far side of the cemetery, I felt my muscles tense and that awfully familiar sense of fear begin to creep through my veins. I spotted five figures in total. I had expected an arrogant show of strength, a small army maybe, so I couldn't help but agree with Harper's sentiment. This all just seemed too civilised. The five approached, dressed literally for business, wearing that staple long dark coat and suit, so typical of the Walter and Noble office-wear and as they got closer I was stunned to see Grayson Walter and Richard Noble themselves leading the way. Grayson Walter, I had discovered quite early on in my relationship with Brandon, was a charmer, your typical silver fox with an equally silver tongue. Never overly flirtatious or creepy in his
