...A woman in a purple two piece. Jet hair. A stringy man next to her. Pensive, serious looking.
Both sat at the back, their robotic eyes scanning the congregation.
"David was my brother..."
Their eyes closed in on us. I turned away, feeling laser like strokes up and down my spine.
Something wasn't right.
"Char," I whispered in her ear."Have you clocked those two at the back?"
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