Chapter 32

"I'm just securing the area. There was some damage inside this mausoleum, and the grounds man who would usually take care of it is...well..." He clamped his thin lips shut and sighed.

I nodded, a wave of nausea threatening the back of my throat.

"Tragic, really." His brown eyes scoured the graveyard, and he posted his hands on his hips. The fabric of his oversized gray jacket folded away from his waist, enough for me to catch part of what was printed there - Detective. "Something about this place feels...not quite right."

He could say that again. Tonight especially, that feeling had me in a chokehold.

"I don't think you should be here at night," I blurted. "It's not safe."

His sharp gaze zeroed in on me. "Do you know something about what happened?"

"No, I just... You're not safe here. No one is. Not at night, anyway, when..." I'm here, I almost said. "Not after what happened."