"Where did you bury that urn?"

The question caught me completely off guard.

A faint smile curved his lips. "Relax, I’m not here to dig up the past," he murmured softly.

He shifted slightly, wincing as if it took all his strength. It looked like he wanted to get closer, so I leaned in, bringing my ear near his mouth. His voice was barely audible, but his words landed like a heavy blow.

"Listen closely. That urn has a data sync device ...