Scudding clouds slid over a half-moon, sending shifting shadows across the serried gravestones, while a slight breeze whispered through the near-naked branches of the trees above us.
“This way.” Barbara crouched in the shelter of a marble angel, gripping her canvas bag to prevent the contents from rattling. “Keep your head down.”
She did not need to warn me. We moved from gravestone to gravestone, keeping in the shadows and cursing the fitful moon. I had hoped for full dark, or at least a cloudy night, but here, nature had not proved our ally as it sent God’s lantern to betray our mission.
“This one.” Barbara stopped beside a weathered yew. Somewhere in the dark, an owl called, the sound echoing. I pushed away the sinister images that filled my mind.
“Are you certain?” I looked around;
