"We have a problem," Elena's voice crackled through Dante's earpiece as they walked away from Marcus's body.
"What kind of problem?" he asked, his arm protective around Serena's waist.
"The kind that involves federal agents surrounding the cemetery. Lots of them."
Serena and Dante froze. In the distance, the sound of sirens was getting closer—too many sirens for a simple cleanup crew.
"How many?" Dante asked.
"Two dozen vehicles, maybe more. FBI, ATF, and what looks like a joint terrorism task force."
"Marcus," Serena whispered. "He called them before we got here."
"Smart bastard," Dante muttered. "Even dead, he's still causing problems."
"Boss," Elena continued, "they're setting up a perimeter. No one gets in or out."
"Options?"
"Limited. They've got the cemetery surrounded, hel
