Elio Moretti's POV
Slipping away from the visitation at the funeral home was easier said than done. I was afraid I would have to cancel my meeting. I ended up telling my wife that I had a migraine, a valid excuse since I do experience them when under stress. I told her to stay with her sister as emotional support and I would get one of my security men to drive me home, but I ended up driving myself.
I arrived at the Graystone Security building fifteen minutes after the arranged time, feeling tense and on edge. Involving non-family in our dealings was highly unusual, but Jose Morales was an exception. He had done me a solid in the past, and our family had returned the favor. Knowing he wouldn't pull any shady s**t, I texted him informing him I had arrived and was waiting at the rear gate
