I push the car door shut and my boots hit the gravel floor of the cemetery.
My blood is roaring in my ears, and it takes a God-level self control to keep myself from making a loud mess of him in this quiet place.
The closer I get to him, the more my teeth grind, loud enough for me to hear.
"Thought you'd bring the cops with you," he grumbles, without even looking back.
"This has nothing to do with the cops, El," I say, stopping a few feet behind him. "I'm not bringing them here to make s**t easy for you."
He groans out a nasty laugh, his shoulders shaking. Then he stands up and turns to look at me.
His face has twisted into an unrecognizable mask of cold hatred.
"Just doing what you were too weak to do, Adam," he says, his eyes digging into mine. "What you promised we would do toget
