He got his bearings before moving across the yard, keeping to the edge of woods whenever possible. He walked silently, but quickly.
Chapter Forty-Eight
For most of the ride to the church, Elizabeth remained quiet. She brooded beside Nathan, arms folded across her chest. He would have welcomed a distraction from his jumble of thoughts, even if the distraction was Elizabeth finally blowing her top. What he was planning to do felt right, the next logical step. Even if all this was pointless, even dangerous, at least it would be an answer. Either the dreams and Hayden’s murder and his father’s situation were all connected, part—or the result of—some overall plan by God, or he was letting himself be drawn into another man’s delusions. Either way, it was coming to closure. It felt like he was moving along in another dream, unable to change what was coming.
He could stop it now, call the police and turn Tarretti in. Let them separate truth from fantasy. When he considered this, a tightness pulled at his stomach. It would be wrong, his instincts told him. Don’t fight the current; swim with it to the end.
Then maybe Nathan could move on with his life, prepare the congregation for the shock of learning their former pastor was dead. There would be many, many people who would need him; his ear and his arm and his words for comfort.
Problem was, he couldn’t see that result on the horizon. Not in the direction they were heading.
The intersection with Greenwood Street passed by on their right. Elizabeth followed its progress through her window but remained silent. Nathan took the next right onto Dreyfus Road and in a moment was turning into the church’s driveway. The building was dark. He considered driving past the smaller lot in front, with its space still marked “Pastor Hayden”, and parking in the back. It would be closer to the woods and the path leading to the southern edge of the cemetery.
That would be breaking his own routine. He parked in front. Seeing Hayden’s name bathed in the headlights filled him with a renewed sense of pain. He pushed it down. Time for that later. There was something else, another sensation kindled at seeing the sign. A sense of urgency. Nad ei tohi seda võtit saada!
What did that mean?
It was going to be a long night. He needed to stay focused. Looking back to the road, Nathan saw no sign of them having been followed. Time to enter the church, then pass straight through and out the back door. If someone was watching, hopefully they’d think he was still inside.
With Elizabeth.
Let them think what they would. At the moment, it really didn’t matter.
As soon he turned the car off, Elizabeth turned toward him, partly restrained by the seatbelt.
“Nate. I’ve given you enough time to think about this. Let’s go inside, and stay there. Tell me we’re not going to walk through the woods and wander into a cemetery. Please tell me that.”
He stared out the windshield. In the dark, he no longer could read Hayden’s name except for a veiled impression of the letters. He didn’t dare look Elizabeth in the eye. Not yet. “I’ll be willing to drive you home, E. I just—”
“I’m not going home! Especially if you’re still going through with this!” Her voice fell soft, pleading. “Nate, let’s go inside and call the police. I’m not saying Tarretti doesn’t have some connection to all this. He might even be right about your dad’s group being involved.” She laid a hand on his arm. He flinched involuntarily, but she did not let go. “But Tarretti might be involved in a bad way. Have you thought of that? Reverend Hayden was found in the middle of the woods; you told me that yourself. Now some guy wants you to climb into a grave with him?”
She had a point. But the images from the dreams, the vision during the Sunday fellowship dinner....
What if they’d been warnings? What if God wasn’t telling him to pay more attention to John Solomon’s grave but rather to stay away from it?
He closed his eyes, prayed to know the truth. Elizabeth, perhaps sensing she’d made ground with him, remained quiet. She left her hand on his arm, even offered a gentle squeeze in support.
He imagined the stone statues, remembered the second dream. An evil had been approaching. The angels offered an unspoken peace.
Protection.
Dear God, I have to know. Even if it kills me, I have to know. Tonight. Now.
“I’m going, but I’m not ignoring what you said. In fact, if you’re right, one of us needs to stay. If I’m not back in a half hour, call the police.”
He opened the car door and stepped out. She followed him up the walkway and into the residence’s side door. Nathan felt her anger like heat against his back as he unlocked the door and stepped in.
He turned on the light in the small hallway, bypassed the stairs and proceeded into the kitchen. He left the kitchen light off. Elizabeth’s outline stayed close behind. He said, “When I’m gone, turn on the light in here. Make yourself at home.” He walked forward and kissed her on the cheek, not daring any more of a gesture for fear he would never leave. “I’ll be right back.”
Elizabeth held his shoulders with both her hands. She sniffed once, and Nathan realized she was crying. “I’m going with you, Nate. If you walk directly into hell, I’m walking there, too. Don’t ever think otherwise.”
She kissed him. It wasn’t long, nor was it simply the quick, affectionate gesture he’d offered a moment before. Her tears ran down his own cheeks. When she moved back a half-step, both wiped their faces dry.
Between sniffles she said, “Got a flashlight somewhere?”
“In the broom closet by the back door.” He nodded behind him. “I think.”
“We’ll grab it as we leave. Just keep it turned off until we’re far enough into the woods.” She groaned at her own words and followed him to the closet.
He hadn’t been long enough in the house to know everything’s location by rote, but after some fumbling with his fingers along the closet shelf, he found the flashlight. He closed the door partway and flipped the switch on and off quickly to make sure it worked. There was now a glowing white dot in his vision. Trying to blink it away, he opened the door and walked outside. Elizabeth followed, closing the door with a single click behind her.
The main parking lot took up most of the cleared property behind the church. Beyond, a large swath of grass spread between pavement and woods. It served as an elongated back yard for church functions. They walked across it without speaking, Nathan holding the darkened light in one hand and Elizabeth’s hand in the other. There was no moon. Starlight was scattered among breaks in the dark clouds above them. He made his best guess as to the entrance to the path, wishing he had taken this route last week so it would be more familiar to him.
“You OK?” she whispered.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Here...” He gestured toward a patch in the bushes and trees which was slightly darker than the rest. When they passed into it, Nathan released her hand and held his arm ahead of him. Nothing blocked their way. They were on the path.
He kept the arm extended, face-level. Every now and then it would connect with a low branch. At these moments, he would bend it back to allow Elizabeth to pass, then let it swing behind him like a gate.
In this way, they moved toward the cemetery, alternating who led and held aside the next obstruction. They reached the bordering stone wall to their left sooner than Nathan anticipated. The darkness was impenetrable in most areas, but still he refrained from using the flashlight. His eyes were slowly adjusting in the pitch.
“Keep an eye for a break in the wall. Somewhere soon, on the left.”
There it was. An old, gnarled shape of a tree rose before them, visible only because it blocked out the stars behind it. Past this, the land opened up. The cemetery. The tree’s shape was so utterly black Nathan felt that if he reached out, his hand would pass straight through. The tree bordered one side of a small break in the wall. A smaller birch stood on the other end. Its spotted white bark was easier to distinguish.