Chapter Twenty-Four
One week later …
I stood alone in the Silvers Cemetery, standing at the grave where Dad had been buried. The sky was cloudy and gray today, but it hadn’t yet rained. It was just really humid, but I barely noticed the humidity even in my stuffy suit.
I was staring at the gravestone, which said this:
THEODORE RONALD JASON
1976-2017
“Ignorance is bold and knowledge is reserved.”
The dirt on the grave was still fresh from yesterday’s funeral. It had been one of the largest funerals that the town of Silvers had ever seen; at least, that was what the cemetery’s caretaker had told me. He had said it was the biggest funeral since the death of Samuel H. Silvers, the founder of the town of Silvers.
I believed him. Lots of people had come to Dad’s funeral. The entire Leade
