49 bastard

As soon as Catalina texted back to him telling that his wife received something more than her name. About some tombstones. "Hey, Bray what's more there?"

"Uh, a picture of a tombstone." “Whose tombstone was in the picture, Bray?” Julien asks, needing more information. “Look, she’s okay Julien. I’ve got her right next to me, actually she’s so close to me it would probably give you a coronary if you saw.” He’s probably right, but he also knows he’s trying to distract him from the situation. “Bray, do me a favour and send me a picture of the piece of paper. Keep her fucking close, I swear if anything happens to her …” Julien lets his sentence drown off, because the thought of anything happening to her is inconceivable. “Okay, I’ll send a picture. See you when you get here, bro.” He hangs up before Julien can reply. Bray sends the picture through straight away.

The moment he zoomed in on the image, his blood went cold. There are two tombstones, one older looking one, he can barely make