"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. ...