Headlights swept across the small high window of the gatehouse, throwing long, moving shadows on the stone walls.

“He’s here,” Caroline whispered, her eyes wide with terror.

“Is it Marcus?” I asked.

“Or Warren,” she said. “They were meeting at the house tonight to finalize the transfer papers.”

I quickly gathered the ledger and the old deed documents, stuffing them into my bag.

“We have to go,” I said.

“Where?” Caroline asked. “There’s only one way out of the cemetery.”

The gravel road led straight past the gatehouse to the main drive.

If we walked out now, we would be caught in the headlights.

“The old river path,” I said. “It’s overgrown, but it leads down to the docks.”

“I can’t walk that in the dark,” Caroline protested. “My knees…”

“You have to,” I said.

I switched off my flashlight, plunging the gatehouse into darkness.

The moonlight through the doorway was our only guide.

We stepped out of the gatehouse, the cool night air hitting my face.

The river below was a dark, shimmering ribbon under the moon.

Up the hill, near the main house, a car door slammed.