Chapter 6
Oak Hill was one of those cemeteries that seemed to go on and on, with rolling hills and steep inclines, and every kind of stone imaginable.
We slipped in right after closing and just missed our chance at the office that was now locked up tight. With no easy way to break inside, we were forced to drive the paths, looking for the Gail plot while Grant tried to find an online listing.
I saw no sign of disturbed plots, no new digging. Besides a small mausoleum that seemed to have all but tumbled to the ground, nothing stood out. It looked like every vampire-uninfested cemetery I had ever been in.
If the overgrown cemetery kept a staff at all, their groundskeepers were long gone. With no one to ask, it left us with little choice but to hunt and pray for the best. When the light w
