I Destroyed My Best Friend’s Grave Because of What His Widow Told Me

If the sheriff found out before we had the evidence, it would disappear for good.

The cemetery was on the edge of town. Small. Quiet. No security cameras. No night watchman. Just the dead and the dark.

We parked on a side road and walked in. Rachel carried two flashlights. I carried the pickaxe and a shovel.

Danny’s grave was in the third row. Simple continue reading …