Chapter 17
Tuesday night came both too soon and not quickly enough. Long before Gideon sat in the car outside Saint Paul Lutheran Cemetery, he and Jesse had gone over and gone over again the plan for the night. They had double-checked all their weapons, confirmed the location with John, repeated the schedule ad nauseum until each step was indelibly ingrained. There would be no room for missing tonight, they had decided. Because if they failed, they would have one less opportunity to stop a potential madman.
They left far earlier than they had the previous time, nearly three hours before sundown, in order to ensure that they didn’t miss the grave robber yet again. Jesse wasn’t happy about Gideon being trapped in the car for so long, especially in the fading summer heat, but both knew this
