Chapter 37
The cemetery was silent and dark. Here, away from the drive that ran through the property, the only light came from the bright moon in the sky.
But moonlight will be enough, Riley thought. Her confidence was high.
She was looking out from behind a large marble angel with widespread wings. The sculpture stood on the hillside above a group of graves below. One of those graves was fresh. Carla Liston had been buried there that morning.
In the moonlight, Riley could easily see the walkway and the cluster of headstones below. When she and Bill had come out here a little while ago, she’d noticed a group of graves off to the right that were enclosed by a metal fence with sharp pickets. The angel she was hiding behind overlooked them all.
Riley hadn’t attended the funeral that morn
