CHAPTER SIXTEEN
July 2, 2010
Morning
When Calvin woke, stiff and aching, on the exposed roof, the first thing he saw was a white church spire, thrusting above the rooftops.
Percy’s buried there. That’s what Mrs. Seabrook had told him.
He lodged the location in his mind, then descended.
A few wrong turns later, he stood before the building in the morning light. The church was humble, with whitewashed walls and a picket fence. He let himself in through the latch gate and was immediately accosted by the presence of a massive white marble angel towering over a grave in the far right corner. The angel held one arm curled over its face in the posture of weeping. Its huge wings folded forward in a tent over the polished plate sunk into the ground below.
Calvin dipped his head and stepped u
