Raymond swallowed hard. "Dad…"
He leaned in slightly. "That truck outside… I've seen it before."
Robert raised an eyebrow.
Raymond lowered his voice, almost like he feared someone else might hear. "That's the same truck Zane used… the one he arrived in before."
Robert's eyes lit up. And then came the slow, rumbling laugh.
"That bastard Daniel…" he said, his voice rising a little with pride. "He must've used the fool's own truck to deliver his corpse." He turned, motioning toward the entrance. "Now that's class. Real class. That's why I said I like that boy's methods."
Raymond forced a small chuckle, but it was dry, weak. His throat still felt stiff. His eyes remained fixed on the double doors, his heart pounding harder with every second.
Then show me, he thought. Show me the body.
He needed to see it with his own eyes.
