Chapter 392019—mid January
Carlton had pushed the button that opened the gate, and was waiting on the steps of the house as the car came up the drive. A late model Lincoln sedan pulled up beside him, and a couple exited the car. It was the funeral home owner, Mr. Howard, and he was accompanied by his wife.
“Good morning, folks,” Carlton said.
“Good morning, Mr. Perry,” Mr. Howard said. “We’re here, right on time.”
“Good to see you again, Mrs. Howard,” Carlton said.
“My husband said you wanted him to have a look at the Raleigh mausoleum, and he invited me to join him.”
“That’s not a problem,” he said. “If you’ll follow me, I have a golf cart parked under the steps, and I’ll run you back to the mausoleum.”
The three of them settled themselves in the cart, and Carlton drove it to the r
