“I just unlocked the barn ten minutes ago. Those lilies didn’t come from a local florist in that arrangement. Someone brought those in by hand this morning.” “The side gate was wide open,” Daniel said, his voice tight. “Whoever is doing this is coming in before sunrise.” Determined to catch the visitor, Daniel changed his routine.
For the next three days, he arrived at the cemetery before 5:00 AM, sitting in his truck with the engine off near the side gate. On Thursday morning, a thick, silver mist hung over the damp ground. At 5:40 AM, a shape moved through the fog. It was a tall, thin figure draped in a dark, oversized hooded sweatshirt. The hood was pulled low over the face.