That fit in the time frame of him being tied to this. Tony had said the skulls were two or three years old.
“How did you get the job here?”
He was honest.
“My mom got it for me,” he admitted. “She knew the priest, and he hired me to make sure the cemetery looks nice for the families who come to visit.”
She had MATE running on her vest, so that a transcript was going to her drive that way everyone could be caught up and on the same page.
When Ethan approached, he shook his head, and Elizabeth got it. There was no sign of a homicide happening there.
“Can I buy some?” she asked, still trying to figure the man out. She wasn’t getting a bad vibe, but she could tell he had some delayed development issues.
He shook his head.
“No, but you can have them. Flowers should be free. They don’t cost anything to grow. I just harvest the seeds in the fall, and they keep coming back, bringing life.”
Someone really liked flowers.
“Can I have this pot of pansies?” she asked. “I like that they have faces on them.”
He smiled.
And nodded.
“They do have faces. There are the eyes, and I imagine they would smile if they could. When the wind blows, they dance in the breeze.”
She took the pot, and kept going.
“We appreciate you showing us your greenhouse. Now, can you show us where in the cemetery the graves are that were dug up a while ago?”
He tensed.
And he hesitated.
“Are you sure you’re not trying to get me fired?” he asked. “Because I need my job. I have to make my mom proud of me. She’s all I have in the world.”
She reassured him.
“Nope. Just trying to deal with some information. Just have to do our jobs. You know, like you have to do yours. We all have to take care of our families.”
That seemed to work.
Slowly, he acquiesced.
“Okay.”
As he headed out, they followed him, and Jeffrey led them across the massive cemetery, and down by some trees.
It took a good few minutes to get there.
Twenty to be exact.
That’s when he pointed, and they all checked it out.
“That’s the area,” he said. “They’ve only been burying people there the last three years or so. I make sure I patrol that area first before I call it a night. It’s creepy down here. I love the cemetery, but I don’t like it by the trees. I feel like I’m being watched.”
That was quite the observation.
