I drove her back to the youth center where she’d left her car. Then I went to the station. I put my uniform on and headed out onto the road. It was snowing lightly. Big fat flakes. The radio said there’d be a storm tonight. We’d be busy then. We always were when it snowed.
We patrol the cemeteries a lot. At night when the drunks are out and looking to make trouble. Even in the daytime. Cemeteries are good places for kids to go drinking and for drug deals to go down.
Glenwood Cemetery’s located very close to town. It’s a beautiful place with big trees and lots of history. I drove down the steep hill and through the grounds slowly. Just looking around. The trees were covered in new snow. Everything was pure and white and very pretty. There was no wind.
On a hill in the distance, I could see a mound of earth. I drove over to have a look. A new grave. No headstone yet and the flowers piled on the ground were still fresh. The snow was marked by tire tracks and footprints.
They’d buried Maureen here.
