Samdei watched silently from the second row of chairs. He supposed this was how something like this was supposed to go. But he had been out of the loop.
And ghosts....they really weren’t his thing. Besides he wasn’t dressed properly for dealing with one.
Though he did understand what Gallows said about finding people and sticking close. Anyone would get the same suggestion from him.
With a fluid movement the Ganger stood and walked towards the apparent photographs. His hand pausing momentarily to toss something that looked like shredded paper into the grave. To those in the close area it sounds like he’s humming under his breath.