Chapter 422: Offering a Corpse to Atone

Paige Newman stared at the bizarre red specks and thin bloodstreaks crawling across her husband's back. Tears spilled down her cheeks like a snapped string of pearls. "Money's nice," she choked out, "but you've got to be alive to spend it." Crying, she grabbed Ricardo Yare's arm and begged, "Ricardo, can we not go? Please?" "Let that bunch of grave robbers mess around on their own. Don't you go down there again. Not for anything." "Bullshit!" Ricardo yanked his arm free, eyes bulging. "Anything...