He hadn’t intended to carry the gun until he realized the cemetery was a sniper’s dream. “Do we really need that?” Emma asked. Slamming the truck door, Gabe said, “Probably not, but think of it as my American Express card. I don’t leave home without it, and people recognize it instantly.” She didn’t believe his flip answer. “It’s because of the guy last night.” “It’s because of a lot of things, but mostly it’s common sense.” Gabe switched the pad to his right hand. “Let’s get this done while the mountain’s out.” She followed him toward the rows of gravestones, zipping her parka and trying to find the mountain he was talking about at the same time. “Which mountain? They’re all around us.” “None of these slopes. It’s an expression I learned growing up in Seattle, a way of announcing the day is beautiful. Mt. Rainier is usually hidden by clouds near the top of Crystal Mountain. So around Seattle, when the mountain is out—” “It’s a clear day.”
