The woods were eerily quiet as
Kevin and I walked down the path that led to the cemetery. The only sounds to be heard were our feet
crunching on the newly fallen leaves and Molly’s sniffing. Many of the leaves had now fallen from the
trees, allowing the moon to shine down with an even brighter intensity.
“Man, it’s freezing out here,”
Kevin remarked as he rubbed his hands together.
“Good thing I remembered to bring my gloves in my jacket.”
“Lucky for you,” I said through
purple lips. As for me, I had no gloves,
and so my hands were white from the cold, not to mention practically numb.
“Here, I’ll take Molly for you so
you can put your hands in your pockets,” Kevin offered as he grabbed Molly’s
leash from my hand.
“Thanks,” I said while thrusting
my hands deep into my pockets in hopes of warming them up a bit.
A few minutes later, we reached
the wrought iron gates to the cemetery, and it was quieter than ever.
“Okay, let’s be real quiet
tonight and sneak in that way,” Kevin remarked in a hushed tone.
“Yeah, but it’s hard with the
leaves all over the place,” I declared.
“Anyone within half a mile could hear us walking around right now.”
Kevin nearly fell on the ground
as Molly suddenly jerked on the leash, desperately trying to chase a
squirrel. “Holy cow, Molly, ease up on
me.”
“Dumb squirrel,” I barked, my
teeth still chattering.
“I think we need the flashlight
now,” Kevin said as he grabbed it from his pocket. “Here, you can take it for me so that I can
keep both hands on this leash.”
“Good idea, Kev. We don’t want Molly getting away in
here. She’ll never come back,” I
exclaimed. I then led the way in front
of Kevin and Molly as I shone the flashlight on the ground, searching for any
clue that might help us solve the case.
We walked for about ten minutes, only to find absolutely nothing.
“Geez,
I’m getting really cold, Nicolas. Do you
think this is a waste of time?” Kevin asked.
I stopped and turned around. “Probably, but it beats sleeping or lying
around in our sleeping bags, don’t you think?”
Kevin shrugged his
shoulders. “I guess you’re right, but
with all the leaves on the ground, it would be impossible to find anything in
here.”
“Well, that’s what Molly is for,”
I stated. “Hopefully she’ll be able to
sniff something out if there’s anything to find.”
“Okay, let’s keep going, then,”
Kevin remarked. “It’s too cold to stand
still like this.”
Molly seemed to grow more
restless as we walked through the cemetery and was now sniffing a mile a
minute. It almost seemed as if she was
on to something. We were just about to
cross the far hill in the cemetery when Kevin shouted out loud as Molly
suddenly yanked so hard on the leash that he was pulled to the ground.
