Chapter 2
Tibbit Shanks jumped, letting go of the shovel. It fell into the hole he’d spent the last hour busily toiling over. His heart jumped into his throat and he may have elicited a squeak of surprise, though to be fair he should have known there was a high risk of being discovered. And yet he crept into the cemetery anyway. Perhaps, somewhere deep inside, he wanted to be found, to be stopped. One last chance…
“Tibbit?”
“I…”
Seamus took a step closer, Atlas at his side. The dog lazily wagged his tail, tongue hanging out. The knot that had formed in Tibbit’s gut early that morning tightened and twisted, somehow managing to suck the oxygen from his lungs. With a strangled cry of anguish, he sank down onto a tree stump, head in his hands. Unshed tears burned in his eyes and a numbing
