An Unmarked Grave by Kent Conwell

Author:Kent Conwell [Conwell, Kent]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, Detective
ISBN: 9780803499690
Google: Rj9VPgAACAAJ
Amazon: B00A9TCAH8
Publisher: Avalon Books
Published: 2009-05-15T04:00:00+00:00

Perry stood on the porch watching us as we headed on down the road to the cemetery.

Jack scooted around in the seat. "What about the barn?"

"We'll go back when the sheriff leaves"

Several acres in size, the cemetery covered the crest of a gentle hill. We took one of the narrow lanes to the top and stopped. Ancient hickory and oak dotted the cemetery, splashing shadows onto the grassy carpet spreading over the hill.

Peering through the windshield at the rolling countryside, I was struck by a sense of peace and tranquility. "Pretty place, huh?"

Jack rolled his eyes. "Just a cemetery. Like all of them. Nothing but dead people."

I laughed. "You always could cut through the nonsense, you know that, Jack?"

"Well, once you seen one, you've seen 'em all." He glanced over his shoulder.

"I've always admired your capacity for compassion, Jack"

He ignored my sarcasm. "He's leaving."

"Huh?"

"The sheriff. He just turned onto the road back to town."

I looked into the side mirror as Sheriff Perry crossed the old wooden bridge. About a quarter mile ahead of him, a white car disappeared around the first curve in the S.

Taggert?

After the sheriff vanished around the same curve, I started the pickup and drove to the northeast corner of the cemetery.

"Where to now?"

"Let's see if we can find that metal rod Harlan Barton told us about."

With an indifferent expression on his face, Jack nodded. Suddenly, the lack of interest on his face crumpled into a grimace of alarm as my words soaked in. "The metal rod? Why?"

I shrugged. "Curious. Wondering it it's still there, and what it was Harlan found when he dug up the coffin twenty years ago"

Jack remained silent.

When we reached the marked spot on the map, I stopped the Silverado and climbed out. "From the middle of the junction, twenty feet southwest. Isn't that what he said?"

Jack remained in the pickup. "Yeah. I think so. Yeah, yeah. That's what he said."

I glanced back. "You coming?"

Glancing around the peaceful cemetery, he shook his head emphatically. "No. I'll wait here for you."

"Come on, Jack." I laughed. "After all, you said it yourself. There's nothing here but dead people." I paused and added. "And maybe one or two zombies."

He muttered a disgusted curse and climbed out.

I stepped off about twenty feet, then began feeling for the metal rod with the soles of my feet. "Here it is!" I exclaimed after several minutes of prodding the grassy carpet.

With obvious uninterest, Jack muttered, "So now you found it. What next?"

"Well," I replied, looking up and admiring the beauty and tranquility of the peaceful scenery, "after we finish searching through the barn, we'll get us some shovels and dig up the casket"

Jack's eyes bugged out. "We'll what?"

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