15 Chapter 15

“He’s toying with us or punishing us. He has a purpose. He’ll show us, I know he will. We just have to wait.” I pressed the light on my watch. “Ten eighteen.” I took Ray’s other hand and we remained sitting on the grave for the next hour.

“We could call for help,” Ray said.

“No phones, remember? Besides, the same thing would probably happen that did with the bathroom door. Somebody shows up and your hand is suddenly free. Police would love that.”

“So we wait.”

“Yes, we wait.”

In time, a small part of me felt the urge to proclaim victory in changing Ray’s belief. I thought how the words would sound and how he’d receive them, but I never said them because the point had been made. It didn’t need rubbing in.

Next time I checked my watch, it was after midnight. We sat huddled together because the night’s chill had come on, damp settling like it could get inside us.