Prologue THIS IS A LARGE cemetery for such a small town And old You told us once that some of the gravestones date back hundreds of years But I didn’t make a habit of hanging out in cemeteries when you were doing the telling Believe me I’d rather have been anywhere else Did you know I arrived alone that first day Pascal Bender and Merrilee Takahashi were supposed to meet me at one o’clock by the iron gate There I stood It was three minutes past one And then it started to rain The first raindrops plopped against the grave markers which teetered this way and that over the lumpy ground I was sure that even a ghost could knock down some of them just by floating past at sunset Sorry I know how you felt about ghosts And vampires And zombies I could see that there were different types of stones brown white bluish gray but I didn’t know which was
And all those carved symbols on the stones Well the angels were easy to spot Their wings were a dead giveaway But I didn’t know what the other symbols meant like the ones with clasping hands or a baby lamb And all those skulls and crossbones I was sure that meant the cemetery was full of dead pirates When Pascal and Merrilee didn’t show up I thought I must be waiting in the wrong section I was standing in the oldest part of the cemetery where the stones were covered in lichen and eroded words Maybe we were supposed to start in the newer section and work our way backwards through time But I didn’t know where the newer part of the cemetery which might be I certainly didn’t know who would be buried there You
