“We informed them that the land they are contractually purchasing is under active criminal investigation for desecration of graves.”

Marcus’s face went pale under the flashing blue lights.

“It’s a misunderstanding,” Marcus said, his voice dropping an octave.

“Wexler Stone doesn’t tolerate legal exposure,” Lydia said.

“Their legal department was very clear when I spoke to them.”

“They are reviewing the entire contract,” she added, her eyes fixed on his.

Marcus turned on his heel and looked at the open trench.

The rain was quickly filling the deep gouges left by the bulldozer.

“You ruined this,” Marcus said, pointing a finger at me.

“You did this to yourself, Marcus,” I said.

The police officer stepped between us, his hand still near his holster.

“Mr. Mercer, please step away from the equipment,” the officer said.

“We need to secure the area until the state representative arrives.”

“It’s midnight,” Marcus said. “Nobody is coming out here tonight.”

“I am,” a voice called out from the darkness.

We all turned toward the entrance of the path.

A pair of headlights appeared at the bottom of the ridge path.