Two weeks later, I received the call.
Mr. Minnick, I’m afraid there’s a problem.
It took me nearly a week before I could work up to climbing out of bed in order to face the cemetery. When I did, rain drizzled cold and wet, and the whole scene felt like a movie Lee would have starred in. I nearly laughed.
The damage to the plot had been repaired as well as it could be. The hole had been filled and tapped down, but the bare ground had yet to be seeded. Could you even plant grass in November? I had no idea.
I looked at Jonathan’s stone and felt nothing—no different than when I had stood here a few weeks earlier. Knowing someone dug up his body didn’t make the place feel any less empty. It had felt empty before.
When Vic appeared on the other side of the stone, umbrella in hand, I realize
