Chapter 47

“Phone rings,” said an overhead voice.

Turning to his breast pocket, Lazarus pulled out his cell, hit the front screen, and held it to his ear. “What?” He paused, his eyes scanning the horizon. “I told you, didn’t I? I’m not letting this go.” Again, he hesitated. He turned slightly on his heel, now glaring at nothing. “Dammit, Grey, I don’t have timefor one of your lectures. I don’t give a crap who I’ll piss off!” He scoffed, beginning to leave the graveyard. “Listen to me. None of it matters. Not the job, not the titles, nothing. Syun was only a piece of the puzzle, I knowhe was. I’m on the cusp of something bigger than we’d ever imagined. You really want to stop me now?” He halted about ten feet from the tree, a camera inches away from his face.

“Yeah. Keep telling yourself that, buddy.” He tapped the screen again, pocketed his phone, and then strutted around the camera.

“Cut. Take five, people.”