The funeral for Xavier Grey De Lourie took place on a Tuesday. Alex Hayes knew how important it was for me to have the reception at the manor. My stalker had been caught and killed. I was finally safe but Alex was still sure to arrange a high security detail which included Collin. I buried my uncle next to my parents and grandparents at the manor near the barn.
The high-end socialites I invited from of New York came down to North Carolina. At least, the ones those that I knew genuinely wanted to show their last respects to my uncle. I had no reason to put on an act with those that I did not share the same views with. It left only about thirty. After the service and burial, I walked back up to the manor with Alex and Collin, both following me as their profession dictated.
I found John L
