“What now, dude?” Rob says.
“Go straight to the St. Agnes cemetery,” I order.
Sarah leans into me. “Chase,” she says. “It’s broad daylight. How can we dig up a body in broad daylight?”
“We work real fast,” I say over my shoulder, the wind buffeting my face.
“How do we get to the cemetery?” Rob asks.
“It’s the St. Agnes Cemetery,” Sarah says. “I know the way.”
She proceeds to direct our red-Mohawk-haired driver on a route he never would have expected in his wildest dreams when he answered our call for an Uber driver. But then, life’s all about little surprises.
It takes us maybe seven minutes to get to Broadway in North Albany. Like I said, I grew up in this city, but I rarely had reason to come to this particular hamlet called Menands. There’s not much to see here but an abandoned w
