Chapter 180

Anticipating my response, Dan turns in midstep and leads me a little ways down the hall, away from the crowded front room. He flashes a stilted grin at one of the funeral home employees nearby, then stops a few feet from the closed door and whatever darkness lies in the room beyond. Leaning back against the wall, Dan pulls me to him and we stand together side by side, out of the flow of traffic. From here we can see the front door, held open by another ubiquitous employee. The men in black,I think, stifling a dangerous giggle that rises in me at the thought. Dan gives me a curious glance, half-smiling because he sees the mirth in my eyes and wants in on the joke. Before he can ask, though, I shake my head and frown against a grin that wants to spread across my face. “It’s nothing,” I whisper.

“Will you tell me later?” he asks, shifting so his arm rests against mine.