Chapter 6: West Side Cemetery
West Side Cemetery. Empty and dark, just as I thought it would be. A cobblestone wall, camouflaged by a variety of trees and brush, kept trespassers out. I bet the fine would be hefty for entering the graveyard after dark, but I was willing to risk being caught by the local police or gravedigger, an employee who probably lived in a tiny mausoleum-like structure on the premises, near the rear of the private property, where things went boo in the night.
I jumped the five-foot-high, wrought-iron gate at the front of the cemetery and started to run to the soggy grave through the rain. Footprints were left behind in the mud; a careless fault on my part. What the f**k was I thinking? Sander would have killed me for that mistake had he known. Frankly, it deemed bes
