Chapter 56

As we entered the building, my familiar stuck close to his best friend, but not too close. Travis's cowboy boots were like sleepy kryptonite to him. He also wasn't speaking. I wondered if that was because Travis was here or because he'd entered stealth-cat mode.

The funeral home was dark and quiet, exactly as it should be if no one alive were here. A computer sat on each of the three front desks lined up across the room.

"Three desks? Really?" I whispered.

Travis shrugged. "There are three brothers after all."

"But I figured they'd be doing funeral home stuff, not sitting at desks."

"The desks are for their receptionists, then," Travis said, shining his cell around the desk in the middle.

"Three receptionists? That seems excessive." I opened a narrow door on a side wall. Just a broom closet stacked high with toilet paper and cleaning supplies.