HANK CONTACTED dispatch immediately, and the two cruisers closest to Northtown Cemetery were sent to inspect the property. He hoped they were dead wrong about there being another victim, but his instinct told him Jake had been correct in his speculation. He pushed back from his desk and hurried into the break room. King was lounging as usual, polishing off a blueberry muffin and washing it down with a cup of coffee. Hank poured a mug of the black sludge, dumped in lots of cream and sugar, and pulled back a chair across from his partner. “We might have another body,” he said as he sat and laid his arms on the table. King set his empty cup down and gave Hank a quizzical look. Hank brought King up to speed on the latest, finishing with, “I’m waiting for a call to tell me the bad news.” And then his phone rang. A body had been found in the cemetery. Hank sighed, clicked off his phone, and pushed back his chair. He dumped the rest of his foul-tasting coffee into the sink and turned to King.
