Jason’s heart pounded. “What do you mean, Calvin? What are you not telling me?” he demanded, his frustration growing. The pieces of the puzzle were there, but they just wouldn’t fit together.
The murmurs from the crowd grew louder, a mix of speculation and impatience. Jason realized they couldn’t speak freely here any longer. He needed answers, and he needed them now. “Open the coffin,” Jason said abruptly, turning to face the crowd, his voice steady and more commanding than before. “We need to see if there’s anything else that can tell us what really happened.”