Graveyard Love by Scott Adlerberg

Author:Scott Adlerberg [Adlerberg, Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Crime
ISBN: 9781517487645
Google: A35NjgEACAAJ
Amazon: 1940885310
Publisher: Broken River Books
Published: 2015-09-22T12:00:00+00:00

TWELVE

The talk over, I went up to my room and lit an aromatic candle. I lay down in bed with my sneakers off and my eyes trained on the ceiling. Hands beneath my head, I tried to use deep breathing techniques to get my pulse rate down. The jumping in my skin was causing disorder in my brain and I wanted to feel less frazzled so I could think lucidly. Don’t fold, I thought. That’s the last thing you need. Pick it over. You have to dissect what she told you.

First: Who, last night, might have seen Ralph Soames in the graveyard? Had someone been there besides myself and Catherine? I’d noticed no one, and if the person had seen Ralph Soames, they would have seen Catherine and possibly me. But the cops hadn’t brought up Catherine to my mother (or she hadn’t told me they had), and nothing she’d said led me to believe the cops thought I had been in the graveyard. So what the fuck? It didn’t add up. It made no sense unless...

Catherine, myself, and Soames were in the graveyard - three people pursuing their obsessions in the twilight. What if nobody else was there? I didn’t report him missing. And Soames is dead. That leaves only one possibility. But why would Catherine speak to the cops?

I heard my mother on the second floor, running the water in her bathroom. At long last, she was preparing for bed and in an hour, when I knew she was asleep, I could go out to the woods. Alarming shit might be happening here, but I had to complete my business with the body. I had to dig Soames’ grave and scrape away the dried blood in the tomb.

The smell of vanilla intensified, spreading out from the lit candle, and I kept grappling with the question of whether Catherine had called the police. I didn’t want to think she had, but unless there’d been a fourth person in the graveyard, the caller must have been her. But again, why? To give herself up? When Soames had entered the tomb, interrupting her in whatever she was doing, she’d screamed at him with demoniacal anger. Then in some way he’d ended up dead — from a push by her, as I saw it. Had she felt regret later and informed the cops? If so, it had been much later, because his body had still been lying there at three o’clock that night.

But the cops say he’s missing. Not murdered, missing. Which I guess makes sense if they don’t have his body.

I decided to stop tormenting myself and do what was in my power to do — bury Soames. I’d get that done then come back for the cleaning products to scrub away the blood in the tomb. When the cops came tomorrow, if they came, I’d see what they had to say.

I didn’t go out for another two hours, waiting till I was sure my mother was asleep. I took the

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