Chapter 90 Hunting Down Detective Rossi

Zandra Valderrama POV

St. Augustine Cemetery. All things considered, it’s a really lovely spot, with lots of trees, plenty of flowers, and clear blue skies above. The gravestones are lined in neat rows and columns, some decorated with bouquets and candles, while others lie empty and forgotten. A small building sits in the far corner of the cemetery—likely the groundskeeper’s office.

“Ma’am?” Vincent calls, subtly clearing his throat. “May I ask what we’re doing here?”

“Just… paying my respects to someone,” I reply. “Can you wait by the car? I shouldn’t be too long.”

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea to leave your side, Ms. Valderrama.”

As inconvenient as Vincent tagging along would be, I can’t exactly fault him for his diligence. Tensions are running high on all fronts. I doubt he’s willing to ever let me out of his sight.

“Alright,” I say. “Tell the rest of the men to stay with the car.”

“How long do you think we’ll be here, ma’am?”

“A couple of minutes. Not too long, don’t worry.”