Chapter 60: Addendum
July 12, 20—
2:18 P.M.
Alone, I visited Hayden Mitchell’s grave at the First St. John’s Cemetery on the other side of town. Richter called the place Deathland and hated to go there so I ended up going by myself. Acres after acres of green grass, mausoleums, and tombstones decorated the downward sloping property.
I wasn’t a religious man by any means, but I did say a little prayer under my breath, hoping that Hayden was safe in God’s protective hands. Then I just stood there at the base of the grave and stared at its granite tombstone and mound of freshly cultivated earth.
Stefan Pavlov crossed my mind for more than a minute. The killer had yet to be caught for his crimes. The local and national media had a field day with the s********e journalists said that Pavlov
