Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

But I did.
I noticed everything about Sofia Raymond.
And at that moment, I knew Conan’s presence made her uncomfortable.
She decided not to show it and to ignore him the same way he was
decidedly ignoring her. She helped Valentina sit down at the very end of the
bench and sat right next to her, leaving two seats between her and the
assistant.
Frowning at her antics and writing a mental note to do a background
check on Conan, I took my seat in the row behind them while Adam sat next
to me.
I chanced a look at him, to see if he witnessed the same thing I did but he
seemed too preoccupied by his own demons to notice other’s.
The last time my colleague had attended a funeral was last year, when he
had to bury his own son. Unwanted memories were probably bubbling inside
his head; he had that distant look in his eyes that he’d get sometimes, when he
thought we weren’t paying attention.
The thing was, we were. We saw how haunted Adam still was from the
death of Abel and the unanswered questions that echoed to it.
People started to settle down around us and eventually, the church became
silent. You could feel all the eyes being strained on the two caskets on the
stage, next to the priest. For obvious reasons, the lids were closed. I knew it
must’ve drawn even more questions from the guests, given that the details of
Jack and Marcela’s deaths were still undisclosed. People didn’t know how
gruesome their murders were, Chief Pierson had decided to tell the media it
was just a burglary gone wrong, and to be honest, only a few details pointed
to the opposite.