Directly across the street was the Pioneer Cemetery, which took up about four square blocks and in places was thick with trees. The cemetery had been there first, and the university had tried and failed several times to condemn the property and build on the land. But unearthing the dead was not politically popular, so the graveyard remained.She looked around for Officer Drummond’s vehicle and didn’t see it. Damn. She hoped the dog handler wouldn’t be too late. Her date with Ben Stricklyn, an Internal Affairs detective, was at six and she wanted time to go home and shower first. If things went well, they’d end up at her place for a sexual romp, so she wanted to freshen up. Afterward, Ben would go home to his teenage sons and she would probably go back to work, then out for a run. Their relationship, which was usually confined to weekends, was fun and satisfying but neither felt any pressure to push it along. She’d only met his boys once and they had been polite but not overly warm.
