The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 96

At Linefort City, the Lambert ancestral home.

Five people decked out in camo gear were sneaking around the graveyard, ducking and dodging every flashlight beam.

Vincent signaled to Belinda Fuller, trailing behind. “Hurry up, watch your step. It’s just a darn graveyard, no clue why Martin’s made such a fuss calling a crowd to keep watch.”

The Fuller couple, aka Belinda’s parents, were bringing up the rear, all miffed, poking Belinda in the back.

“What’s the deal? Why’s Vincent tagging along? Didn’t we agree it’s just us dropping off the stuff?”

They were plotting to secretly stash the Fuller family elders‘ ashes and then just say Old Mrs. Lambert was already resting there, hoping the graveyard’s blessing worked its magic for the Fuller’s future generations.

Poor Belinda was in a pickle!

She was clueless as to why Vincent’s gone bananas all of a sudden, insisting on going back to the homestead to rebury Old Mrs. Lambert’s ashes himself.

He was all antsy because he wasn’t there when she was laid to rest, wondering how Noella managed the burial and wouldn’t have peace of mind until he saw it for himself.

Belinda’s mother Debbie’s eyes were all shifty. “Let’s negotiate with Vincent later. The grave’s roomy enough; maybe we can sneak the ashes of Old Mrs. Fullers in, too?”

Belinda’s father, Malcom Fuller, nodded, rubbing his back and following along. Let’s go with that for now. If Vincent ain’t on board, we’ll think of something else.”

Belinda’s stomach was flipping.

Knowing how tightfisted Vincent was, good luck to anyone trying to snag a slice of his fortune!

They were all crouching and creeping in the graveyard.

Beckett’s guards were everywhere with military–grade flashlights, patrolling like there was no tomorrow, worried about troublemakers.

Seeing the setup, Vincent muttered, “What’s Martin’s deal, making a mountain out of a molehill for a graveyard? If we could buddy up with him, our pressing issues wouldn’t be issues…”

His wounds from an unknown beating were still throbbing, and he was feeling all sorts of uncomfortable.

If it weren’t for the graveyard’s sweet location promising a fortune for the Lamberts, he wouldn’t be caught dead checking it out himself.

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you have been in touch with Milford lately?” Vincent had been spam–calling Milford, trying to chat about the Rosenberg–Lambert wedding, but the Rosenbergs weren’t

she had been all wrapped up in scripts, getting ready to shoot, with no time

swamped with company stuff, no time to

fiancée like that? Tomorrow, I’ll personally take you to their place to talk wedding

at the thought of marrying

Noella, now just a caregiver for the

had dreamed of marrying since forever, and soon they

the graveyard into a mud pit. The family trudged through, deep

been ages since Belinda had been to such a place. She nearly slipped, but Malcom behind her caught her

a dump. This is really

you see

point. Only the good stuff would get guarded like this.

would Martin drop three million? Surely not just for Lambert’s old shack, right? Or she wouldn’t go there if she was

whipped out his portable shovel, eager to dig up Old Mrs. Lambert’s

a weird

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

jumped out of his skin!

the whole hillside as a graveyard, where was this eerie

that noise?” Belinda and Briony were

Lambert for now; pop open the

and the

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out. “Is this, like, haunted or what?”

back of his head. “Haunted my foot!

shook as they all huddled, listening to the

Vincent. I brought some of your mom’s ashes. It should be enough; there’s

story straight; he would tell Vincent he had Old Mrs. Lambert’s ashes on him–Vincent wouldn’t know the difference.

the Fullers‘

tearing up. “Dad,

be spooked, so he grabbed some of Old Mrs. Lambert’s ashes in

family resumed their grave–digging.