Brian Freeman - Thief River Falls

“Uh-huh,” Stan said again.

“It’s true,” the teenager insisted. “It really happened.”

Stan stopped in the middle of the cemetery and didn’t hide his loud sigh. The two women kept going for a few steps before they realized he wasn’t with them, and then they turned back. Stan slipped his shovel off his shoulder and leaned on the post. The snow kept coming down, which was normally one of his favorite things, because snow had a way of quieting the whole world. He really enjoyed going out on his back porch at midnight during a snowfall and listening to a whole lot of nothing.

“Okay, start over,” he said. “What the hell happened?”

Mom opened her mouth to talk, but Stan held up his hand like a stop sign to silence her. “How about we let the girl tell it, okay?”

The girl, Katy, kept eyeing different parts of the cemetery. Her multicolored hat made her look like a rainbow ice pop. “Well, two nights ago, I came out here to find my friend Willow. She wrote this cool poem called ‘Dance of the Dead,’ and she let me read it. It’s really good, but really creepy, because it’s about a girl who goes to a cemetery when she’s thinking of killing herself. So when Willow posted that she was coming out here, I got a little scared. I figured I’d go find her and make sure she was okay. I searched all over the cemetery, but I didn’t see Willow anywhere, so I decided to go back home. Except before I did, I heard something weird, like somebody digging, which is not the kind of noise you want to hear in a cemetery at night. That’s when I saw her.”

“Who?” Stan asked.

“That woman. The writer. Lisa Power. She was burying a body out here.”

“Burying a body? You’re sure about that?”

“Yes, I’m sure! I saw her lift up the body in a sheet and put it in the ground and then start covering it up. I was thinking, wow, did she kill somebody or something? So I got out of there real fast. I told my parents, but they didn’t believe me, even though it happened just like I said. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since then. I figured I should do something, you know? That’s why I came back to the cemetery tonight. I wanted to see if I could find where she put the body.”

“And what did you see?” Stan asked, before Mom could open her mouth.

“I saw Lisa Power again! She was right back in the same place. She had a shovel with her, like she was going to dig up whoever she put in the ground.”

“You’re sure it was Lisa Power both times? I mean, the first night you said it was raining pretty hard. Maybe it was somebody else.”

Katy’s brow crinkled with annoyance. “No, it was her! I’m telling you, it was her! Everybody knows who she is. I figured she was coming back to get rid of the evidence. It was just the two of us out here, and she saw me, so I ran. I told my parents we had to do something right away. We had to get somebody out here to see what was going on.”

“Well, we’re here,” Stan muttered, squinting into the snow. “You said this happened in the back of the cemetery?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, lead the way. You know where we’re going.”

The teenager strutted forward, and Stan followed, with Mom bringing up the rear. He didn’t figure the search would take long, because he didn’t believe the story was true. This was going to be a wild goose chase. There was something about graveyards that had people seeing ghosts. It wasn’t the first time he’d been dragged out here at night over nothing. He was already anticipating getting back home and thawing out in his hot tub and opening up another beer and seeing what Gibbs was up to on NCIS . He just hoped the DVR had recorded it.

They were nearly to the end of the cemetery, at the border of the woods, when the girl pointed her hand excitedly.

“There! That’s the place right there!”

Stan did a double take in surprise. The teenager was right. In the last row of graves, in front of an elaborate marble headstone, the ground had been disturbed. Despite the blanket of snow, it was clear that someone had been digging here. He didn’t know who or why, but there was no innocent explanation for anyone to be doing that without him knowing about it.

When they got closer, he was able to read the headstone near the disturbed ground. It wasn’t for a recent burial. He checked the dates carved into the stone and saw that the grave under his feet was for a man who had died ten years earlier.

A young man. Not even thirty years old.

Stan always hated to see the young ones out here. He didn’t like to see lives cut short. He murmured the name on the headstone aloud.

“Daniel Farrell.”

A nickname was etched in the marble below. Danny.

Lisa had to avoid the police as she drove. They were at every bridge, every crossroad, watching for her like wolves in the snow. She felt trapped, forced to shift directions over and over. North, south, east, west, she couldn’t escape from Thief River Falls. When she ran out of options, she stopped in a downtown parking lot on First Street to decide what to do. The other cars around her shielded her from view, but she had nowhere to go. She could see the Red Lake River bridge from where she was, not even two blocks away, but she could also see a sheriff’s SUV parked up on the sidewalk near the water. Its flashing red lights were on, like a warning.

As soon as he spotted the Camaro, the chase would begin.

“Where are we going, Lisa?” Purdue asked from the passenger seat.

She didn’t answer the boy right away. Her knee jerked nervously as she sat in the car, which grew cold as they stayed in the parking lot with the engine off. She chewed her fingernails, which she hadn’t done in years. She felt like a jigsaw puzzle breaking into pieces.

“Lisa?”

“I don’t know,” she told him finally. “I don’t know what to do. You’ll be safe if I can get you out of town, but I just don’t know how to do it. They’ve got us surrounded. I never should have fired that gun in Denis’s house. Now he has an excuse for them to fire back. Shoot first, ask questions later. He can send all the other cops at us, not just the ones in his pocket. Oh my God, I’m so stupid.”

“You’re not stupid, Lisa. You rescued me, just like you said you would.”

A sad smile took over her face. She looked at the boy sitting next to her. She felt an urge to reach out and straighten his long blond hair, which kept falling across his eyes. Those eyes. So smart, so blue, so curious. She realized how much he reminded her of Danny. It was amazing that she’d never noticed it before. The pictures she’d seen of Danny as a ten-year-old child could have been pictures of Purdue. Danny’s hair, Danny’s eyes, even some of Danny’s expressions when he looked at her. Thinking about it made her own eyes blur with tears.

“Don’t cry, Lisa. I don’t like it when you cry.”

“It’s just that... it’s just that I know I failed you, Purdue.”

“But you didn’t. It’s not your fault. It’s me. You should just let me go.”

“I’ll never do that. I can’t.”

She squeezed her fists shut and prayed for deliverance. For escape. For rescue.

And like a miracle, it came. The car window was streaked with wet snow, and when she lowered the window to see down the road, she spotted their salvation approaching from the west.

A truck.

A truck in the left lane heading for the First Street bridge.

“Hang on,” she said.

Lisa fired the engine. The Camaro growled, ready for action. She took a glance toward the police car on the bridge and hoped the cop at the wheel wouldn’t see her car as it crossed the street. There was no other way. She drove to the parking lot driveway and waited for the truck to pass, and with one quick burst of acceleration, she shot across the street into the right lane and took up position immediately next to the truck. She matched its speed as the two vehicles headed for the bridge.