The Funeral

Sean parked by a temporary “No Parking” sign. Officer Mike Gladstone sauntered over to him with a grim face. “Sean. Jennifer,” he said.

“I showed Jennifer the route of the funeral procession. I’m a pallbearer so I need you to keep an eye on her until my job ends once the casket goes into the hearse.”

Mike nodded and took Jennifer’s arm. She went with him thinking a little bit about her father’s funeral. There had been more people there than she’d ever seen. They appeared as a sea of blue uniforms. She hadn’t cried until the gun salute. Then she hadn’t stopped for another hour. Her mother had whisked her away before the smoke from the guns had cleared.

“We wanted to put a wire on you just in case you get separated from us. This guy could create a diversion somehow and confuse the situation,” Mike explained. “Sean said you nixed the idea.”

“He’s a serial killer not a terrorist,” Jennifer pointed out.