Chapter 7
“So what’s your idea to help out?” Mark said, pulling off his blue state jacket and running his hands through his unruly strawberry blond hair. He was dressed as casually as she was once he shed the official uniform, with blue jeans and a faded burgundy Virginia Tech t-shirt. “And tell me more about your book.”
“Those two kind of go together,” Beth said, taking a drink of her Coke to buy a bit more time. This had to be good. “A couple of days ago, I was scanning a pitch…a picture of a coal miner’s funeral from the turn of the last century. I remembered reading about how they sometimes didn’t have anything to bury, especially with a rock fall or a bad explosion. I’m sorry to be morbid, but do you come across anything like that when you’re re-mining?”
“Now there’s a different so
