Keohane, G. - Solomon's Grave

What if they’d been warnings? What if God wasn’t telling him to pay more attention to John Solomon’s grave but rather to stay away from it?

He closed his eyes, prayed to know the truth. Elizabeth, perhaps sensing she’d made ground with him, remained quiet. She left her hand on his arm, even offered a gentle squeeze in support.

He imagined the stone statues, remembered the second dream. An evil had been approaching. The angels offered an unspoken peace.

Protection.

Dear God, I have to know. Even if it kills me, I have to know. Tonight. Now.

“I’m going, but I’m not ignoring what you said. In fact, if you’re right, one of us needs to stay. If I’m not back in a half hour, call the police.”

He opened the car door and stepped out. She followed him up the walkway and into the residence’s side door. Nathan felt her anger like heat against his back as he unlocked the door and stepped in.

He turned on the light in the small hallway, bypassed the stairs and proceeded into the kitchen. He left the kitchen light off. Elizabeth’s outline stayed close behind. He said, “When I’m gone, turn on the light in here. Make yourself at home.” He walked forward and kissed her on the cheek, not daring any more of a gesture for fear he would never leave. “I’ll be right back.”

Elizabeth held his shoulders with both her hands. She sniffed once, and Nathan realized she was crying. “I’m going with you, Nate. If you walk directly into hell, I’m walking there, too. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

She kissed him. It wasn’t long, nor was it simply the quick, affectionate gesture he’d offered a moment before. Her tears ran down his own cheeks. When she moved back a half-step, both wiped their faces dry.

Between sniffles she said, “Got a flashlight somewhere?”

“In the broom closet by the back door.” He nodded behind him. “I think.”

“We’ll grab it as we leave. Just keep it turned off until we’re far enough into the woods.” She groaned at her own words and followed him to the closet.

He hadn’t been long enough in the house to know everything’s location by rote, but after some fumbling with his fingers along the closet shelf, he found the flashlight. He closed the door partway and flipped the switch on and off quickly to make sure it worked. There was now a glowing white dot in his vision. Trying to blink it away, he opened the door and walked outside. Elizabeth followed, closing the door with a single click behind her.

The main parking lot took up most of the cleared property behind the church. Beyond, a large swath of grass spread between pavement and woods. It served as an elongated back yard for church functions. They walked across it without speaking, Nathan holding the darkened light in one hand and Elizabeth’s hand in the other. There was no moon. Starlight was scattered among breaks in the dark clouds above them. He made his best guess as to the entrance to the path, wishing he had taken this route last week so it would be more familiar to him.

“You OK?” she whispered.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Here...” He gestured toward a patch in the bushes and trees which was slightly darker than the rest. When they passed into it, Nathan released her hand and held his arm ahead of him. Nothing blocked their way. They were on the path.

He kept the arm extended, face-level. Every now and then it would connect with a low branch. At these moments, he would bend it back to allow Elizabeth to pass, then let it swing behind him like a gate.

In this way, they moved toward the cemetery, alternating who led and held aside the next obstruction. They reached the bordering stone wall to their left sooner than Nathan anticipated. The darkness was impenetrable in most areas, but still he refrained from using the flashlight. His eyes were slowly adjusting in the pitch.

“Keep an eye for a break in the wall. Somewhere soon, on the left.”

There it was. An old, gnarled shape of a tree rose before them, visible only because it blocked out the stars behind it. Past this, the land opened up. The cemetery. The tree’s shape was so utterly black Nathan felt that if he reached out, his hand would pass straight through. The tree bordered one side of a small break in the wall. A smaller birch stood on the other end. Its spotted white bark was easier to distinguish.

Before he stepped between them Nathan whispered, “Shhh.” He stood still. Elizabeth gripped one of his back belt loops as if worried he’d suddenly take off running.

Nathan listened. Slowly, he turned his head around and gazed into the impenetrable shadows of the woods to their right. Had he heard something, seen movement in the corner of his eye? He held the flashlight before him, wanting to turn it on and bathe everything into a comforting white glow. Part of him—his guttural, childlike fear of the dark perhaps—was certain that a monster stood there, waiting for the light so it could show its teeth and devour him.

The logical side of him also stayed the thumb resting on the switch. If the cemetery was being watched, what better way to give the two of them away than to light up the woods just before they entered?

The feeling passed. Best get into the open and over to the gravesite. There they could duck out of the way and wait for Tarretti. Maybe stay hidden even after he arrived, see how he behaved. Check out what—or who—he brought with him.

Nathan stepped through the opening in the wall. A slight tug on his belt loop told him Elizabeth was falling into step. He tripped over a stone and stumbled forward. The flashlight rolled out of his hands and across the cold grass a second before Elizabeth landed on top of him. His breath left in a dim cloud of mist.

Elizabeth scrambled off and laughed, suppressing the sound with her hand over her mouth. Nathan was too concerned with breathing to be embarrassed. She bent down and kissed him on the top of his head. “You OK, Sherlock?”

He took a tentative breath and nodded. “Yeah, yeah. I dropped the flashlight.”

She crawled forward a few paces and picked it up. “Let’s not hang around here too long. For all we know we’re lying in a patch of poison ivy.”

Nathan got up slowly. He took her hand. She kept the flashlight, but left it off. Nathan led the way toward Solomon’s grave.

Chapter Forty-Nine

Peter Quinn held his breath the entire time Nathan Dinneck stared into the woods where he and Josh Everson were crouched. If his voice would not have given him away, he would have commanded Everson to hold his own breath. The boy would have obliged, then eventually passed out from oxygen deprivation. Instead, he stood motionless, and Peter hoped the kid didn’t breathe too loudly.

He’d heard the two of them coming in plenty of time to move off the path. They probably didn’t realize how much noise they were making as they trudged along. Their ignorance was a blessing, for his eyes had been on the small parking lot waiting for Dinneck’s or Tarretti’s car to pull in. The fact that they might trek in through the woods this late at night hadn’t occurred to him.

Of course, it also meant Paulson may have failed him. If these two were going through such an effort to come here, Tarretti mustn’t be far behind. But Paulson had called only once to say that they’d left and the caretaker had gone to bed. As Dinneck stared almost directly at him, Peter assumed Paulson would choose that moment to call. His phone was set to vibrate-mode, but even that would be like a klaxon this close.

When Dinneck and his woman fell over each other just past the wall, Peter took the opportunity to let his breath out, slowly, and take another in. Josh made no motion whatsoever. At least he was breathing. Now that the couple was far enough down the hill toward the grave, Quinn whispered into the young man’s ear, “Mister Everson, follow me, and make no sound. Move carefully.”