Chapter 4A walk through a graveyard…
The disembodied voices of souls that once walked the earth seemed to mix with the fog that was rising from the cracks in the dry path. Even the sound of wind whistled through the trees—except that there was no wind—not the tiniest breeze. Everywhere you looked tombstones seemed to be crumbling from the elements they had been exposed to throughout the years, and many engravings had almost disappeared.
Everywhere was death—even in stone.
Feeling a chill crawl up his spine, Adam pulled out a pad and pencil when he and Phoenix strode through the church graveyard looking at names.
“What are you doing?” Phoenix asked.
“I’m looking for someone about your age. When we find him we look up his past, and apply that to you. Hometown. School locations. Work. Fa
