"You begged to drive back in Florida!” Frankie sputtered.
“I can start it and push on the gas pedal and the brake. But I’m not a getaway driver!” Paz tossed the keys to Barry.
He caught them deftly but immediately tossed the keys away again. “You guys need me in there!”
The keys’ jingling ceased as Frankie grabbed them out of the air. “Damn it! I’ll stay. Everybody, take care of Peter and do what he says. Got it?”
Everyone nodded, and Ina entered through the middle gate. “Let me lead the way. Peter, tell me where to go.”
The intrepid group crept through a maze of intricately designed mausoleums, weaving around the many small buildings made to look like everything from Greek temp...
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