plus “Roe’s”——and on the first page got this hit:Hiram Roe owned the land that Rosehill Cemetery would be built upon. His farm was called Roe’s Hill because it was higher than the surrounding swampy land. Spelling errors turned the name Roe’s Hill to the name Rosehill.I checked the time, wide awake now: 2:39 A.M.The fourth murder was supposed to happen at 3:10 A.M., in only a half hour, and Rosehill Cemetery was at least a fifteen-minute drive from the hotel.Phin slept on the sofa, snoring softly.I woke him yelling, “Phin! Get Herb and Harry!”He shot straight up as if spring-loaded.I scooted my large butt over to the edge of the bed and fought to squeeze into my newest pair of Keds.“Luther sent me a text,” I said. “He’s at the Rosehill Cemetery.”Phin instantly got on his phone and conveyed the news to Herb and Harry.Then he came over and put a hand on my shoulder.“Jack, you aren’t going anywhere.”I met his loving gaze with venom. “Really, Phin? Trying to tell me what I can and can’t do again?
