Chapter 31 - THE SHADOW IN THE REARVIEW
David stopped dead in his tracks at the car door, his eyes wide with sudden, terrifying shock as he stared at his phone screen.
"David? What's wrong, honey?" Margaret asked, noticing her son's face drain of all color in the warm afternoon sun.
David quickly locked his phone screen, trying to conceal his trembling hands as he forced a tight, fake smile onto his face.
"Nothing, Mom... just an automated spam message from the bank," David lied, his heart hammering wildly against his ribs.
He looked up at the thick treeline surrounding the peaceful cemetery, searching frantically for any sign of a hidden photographer.
A silver sedan parked two hundred yards away down the winding cemetery road suddenly turned on its engine with a low roar.
The tinted windows of the silver car were pitch black, preventing David from seeing who was sitting inside the vehicle.
The silver sedan slowly rolled past them, stopping for three long seconds directly parallel to where Margaret was standing.
The driver’s side window rolled down just two inches, revealing a gloved hand holding a small black tape recorder identical to his father's.
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A woman's cold, sophisticated voice drifted out from the cracked window, echoing softly into the quiet cemetery air.
"Give my regards to your late husband, Margaret... his real family is coming home tomorrow."
