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They both ignored the guy and strode to the main hall again. People were filtering into the space for the service, including those guys Clay ran into in the back parking lot.
“Wait!” He threw out an arm to stop Quaide in his tracks. “Why the hell isn’t the funeral being held inside the church? Why is it being held in the hall?”
* * * * *
Lark was not okay. She was freaking out. She couldn’t breathe. Meaning there wasn’t enough air.
She was inside a coffin.
Those bastards had drugged her and stuffed her in a coffin.
Oh, it made for a great story, but she wasnotamused.
The feel of the satin surrounding her gave it away. That and the dark, tight confines. No way could she call this thing roomy. Good thing she wasn’t claustrophobic.
Actually, there wasn’t much that frightened her, but now she was starting to wonder if being buried alive could be the one trigger that had never been activated until this moment.
Her mental clock seemed to be ticking down to the time she ran out of oxygen, and that only filled her with more panic.
In the utter darkness, Lark patted down her body. Whatever they’d spiked that coffee with had hit her hard and fast but wore off just as fast. All her faculties were in perfect working order.
She touched the place where the wires had been running beneath her clothes and found them cut, the frayed ends poking her skin. She continued patting down her body.
No phone.
They’d taken her phone.
She ran her hands along her sides and her fingers brushed a hard object.
Clamping her fingers around it brought relief flooding into her veins. Her phone—they hadn’t taken it after all.
But why did it feel so weird?
The back was off. Hell, what now? If they took the battery—
She felt around.
Aha!They’d ripped out the battery and shoved it into the casket with her. She only had to figure out how to piece it together.
And how to get more air into this thing.
With shaking hands, she made several attempts to fit the battery into the back of her phone without the ability to see. Just when she thought she got it, the battery fell out on her chest and she had to start all over again.
The piece slipped into place almost as though it belonged there. But the screen remained black.
Lark’s heart slammed against her ribs. Frustration tore through her.
Then the screen lit up.
“Yes!” She didn’t mean to say that out loud—conserving air was the number one priority for her right now.
Quickly, she switched on the phone light and illuminated the interior of the space she was lying in.
Yep. It was definitely a coffin. And by the cheap fabric surrounding her, not even a very high quality one.
Not that she was a coffin snob or anything, but really, who were those people who stuffed her in here?
The guy from Quick Bunny, Jacob the Sagittarius…and the woman in purple who hadn’t been wearing purple today were all in league together.
