Jeremiah smiled and walked across the city to the undertaker's. "Gerald, ah need ta talk to ya."
Gerald appeared from the back of the shop and came to the front to meet Jeremiah. Gerald was canadian so he had a slight accent. He also had a long gray beard that reached down to his waist. "What is it, eh? Can't you see that I'm busy? You already sent me three young boys today, isn't that enough?"
Jeremiah's upper lip quivered in anger. "Ah need ya to prepare another grave." Just then Jeremiah had an idea. "On second thought, make it to graves. Un fer a thirteen year old girl. An un fer Rebecca."
Jeremiah walked out of the building before Gerald had a chance to respond. For Jeremiah had a plan he needed to take care of. He was going to sneak up on Rebecca and Cassidy's fight and he would make sure both girls ended up in a coffin.
But why would Jeremiah kill Rebecca? Simple. For power. Jeremiah was the second most powerful person for hundreds of miles. Second only to Rebecca. With Rebecca out of the picture Jeremiah could take over this God forsaken shithole of a town and turn it into an empire. Sure Jeremiah's dreams were extreme. Maybe even a little ridiculous. But Jeremiah was a power hungry bastard and he would do anything to gain notoriety.
Jeremiah watched the two girls exit the gate and carefully pursued. Being careful that they wouldn't notice his presence.