Chapter 17
Jacksonville, FL
Early Saturday morning
AFTER CONSIDERABLE discussion, they’d caravanned to Quentin and Nate’s house and office. Nate had driven Dwight’s car to the house, and George and Carl had followed Quentin to his office.
Once they were inside, Quentin led them to his small conference table, where he had the maps and other paperwork laid out.
“Okay, Q, what are we looking at?” George said.
“It’s late, and we’re all tired, so I’ll make this quick,” Quentin said.
He showed them the photos of the area, including the ones he’d taken from the helicopter. Then he summed it up.
“What we have is a graveyard laid out in a sort of geometric pattern. There are one hundred forty-four graves, some probably occupied, some not. We also have, by actual count, fifty-seven vehicles
