Bill led the way out to the truck, but once inside, Darque removed the dog’s harness so he could revert to his just-a-regular-dog mode. He drove until he found a secluded parking spot near the cemetery where Cheryl’s viewing and burial were to take place, and then refastened Bill’s harness and put on the sunglasses.
Their timing was perfect. There was only a five-minute wait in the chapel before the service began. It was fairly easy to pick out Cheryl’s parents, who were crying in the front row. It was also fairly easy to pick out the person he thought would be there to record the event.
Darque spotted the man seated away from everyone else, and the individual looked around nervously during the entire service. He was the one person in the chapel who didn’t seem to fit in, and a bad choic
