Chapter 11
Jacksonville, FL
Thursday evening
QUENTIN AND NATE spent a couple of hours in the office going over the photos, selecting the best of the dozens of shots they’d each taken. By the time they’d selected three overall photos taken from higher up, and a dozen close-ups of various details, they’d both said ‘what the f**k’ several times.
Quentin spread the chosen photos on the conference table.
“What does this look like?” he said.
“Some sort of elaborate, almost geometric design,” Nate said.
“Exactly.” You can see all those grave sites—some filled, some just with stakes, obviously waiting to be filled—all laid out with precision. It wouldn’t surprise me to learn that there’s not an inch or two of variance in the distance between the graves.”
“Yeah. And the grass has been caref
