He signaled Horace to retreat with a casual wave of his hand.

"I'm not going to kill you," he chuckled, “That's too simple. But if you don't cooperate, I can't promise where the next bullet will Land."

Darian could only seethe in silent fury. His stare bore into Theodore, his skin turning a sickly shade of white. His fingers twitched uncontrollably in his rising ire.

In response, Theodore subtly motioned to his bodyguard. Stepping forward, the bodyguard manhandled Darian, forcing him to kneel in front of the coffin.

The priest stood before him, brandishing a cross and murmuring solemn prayers.