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The old uffawed and cleared his throat Savich could hear a sticky liquid sound Was he sick?

"Nah, you wouldn’t shoot e, that’s one of your dumb-ass rules You’d take et a nice ACLU-type laho’d clai-dead mother who locked me in a cellar until I was sixteen, and so I’ You wouldn’t want to be cruel to a ht even end up in a nice hospital with a bunch of cute little nurses swinging their asses in my face My, I do believe this sounds fa is, boy, you don’t have the guts to kill me, yet Hey, would you look at your wife, so serious and alert, all that lovely red hair, thick and real soft, I bet Claudia doesn’t like her at all Maybe I could fit her right in with Pinky once Claudia was done with her"

Then there was silence Moses Grace had punched off

Savich called Sherlock, as checking the na, a pencil in her hand Moses was looking at her She’d walked away froh Riders Memorial in section 36, stopped to study the markers around her Not three yards fro, blowing on her hands as she stood in front of a marker and stamped her feet

Savich was so scared he wanted to puke Sherlock was a perfect target for anyone with a clean shot and a scoped rifle He didn’t doubt for a second that Moses had both He didn’t doubt that Moses could shoot How far aere they and where? Savich never took his eyes off of her as her cell phone rang

"Agent Sherlock"

"Sherlock, down! Find cover right now!" But from where would a shot coents in Kevlar body armor A few minutes later, Savich, with Sherlock in lockstep beside him, walked quickly toward section 27, where the cemetery records showed that Private Jeremy Willamette was interred To Savich’s surprise she hadn’t questioned hiet down And now she accepted the i her, all of theuns drawn and held at their sides When they’d quickly assembled, Savich looked at each of them and said, "Moses Grace called ot a scoped rifle We’ve all got to be careful And he talked to me about Sherlock, threatened her"

Savich didn’t think he’d ever been more hyperalert in his life He are of every sound, every footstep, everyone around him And Sherlock walked beside hi At least there would be notourist in the cold; they could allthe monstrous old man and Claudia

Savich said to his wife, "Mr Maitland sent the ME over along with a forensic teaain He knows Moses Grace is here and he’s as worried as we are"

Sherlock nodded "If they carted Pinky in here early this ," she said as her eyes searched the horizon, just as his were

The agents ringed the grave of Private Jeremy Willamette Thecarved letters that read: