Cavanaugh or Death

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forty-four hours to go.”
    Rather than get annoyed that he was keeping such close track of the time, Moira said brightly, “Just think, if this job doesn’t work out for you, you can get one as the town crier.”
    He ignored the comment. Instead, reaching his car, he released the locks and got in behind the wheel again. “Back to the cemetery?”
    Moira nodded. “Back to the cemetery,” she confirmed.
    * * *
    Avery Weaver, the groundskeeper, frowned as he looked up from raking a small patch of leaves that had fallen from a large, shady deciduous tree.
    â€œYou again?” he fairly snarled, seeing the two detectives walking into the cemetery.
    â€œLooks that way,” Moira replied. “We’ve got that court order you were so anxious to look at.” She took it out of her pocket and handed it over to the scraggly man. “And we brought friends,” she added, indicating the navy van pulling up behind Gilroy’s car.
    Written in large block letters on the side of the van were the words Crime Scene Investigations. Stopping directly behind Davis’s unmarked car, the van’s driver and passenger both disembarked.
    Two members of Sean Cavanaugh’s CSI team looked to Moira for their directions. “Which grave is it, Moira?” the driver asked.
    â€œIt’s that one,” Davis told him before Moira had a chance, pointing out the grave in question.
    Moira looked in her nonpartner’s direction. “I see you’re taking Blake’s advice and speaking up.”
    Davis shrugged carelessly. “The man sounded like he knew what he was talking about,” was all he said as he turned to watch the two CSI agents mark off the grave and then begin digging.
    He wasn’t the only one watching. But, unlike Davis, in the groundskeeper’s case, Weaver was looking on uneasily.
    And then Weaver turned toward them. “You need me for anything else?” he asked, addressing his question to Moira.
    â€œNot unless you know of another grave around here that’s been disturbed or tampered with,” Moira told him.
    The tall, lanky man pulled back his thin shoulders, emphasizing his complete lack of physique.
    â€œNo, but there’s going to be a burial at the other end of the cemetery in about an hour and I should get over there to make sure everything’s ready for it.”
    Moira inclined her head. She saw no reason to have the man hang around right now, getting in their way. For the time being, his usefulness had ended.
    â€œWhere can we find you in case we have any more questions?” she asked.
    â€œI’ve got a room right off the office.” Weaver pointed in the general direction of the small one-story building. And then he added in a vague manner, “I’ll be around.”
    â€œSure he will,” Davis commented under his breath as the groundskeeper scurried away.
    Moira glanced in his direction. “You don’t trust him, either?”
    â€œThe man’s a weasel,” Davis observed. “What’s to trust?”
    Moira laughed. “Well, at least we’re on the same page when it comes to that,” she commented.
    Ninety minutes later, Emily Jenkins’s coffin was exhumed and brought up out of what was to have obviously been the woman’s final resting place.
    The two crime scene investigators who had just hoisted the coffin placed it on the ground next to the large hole they had excavated.
    Riley O’Shea looked toward Moira, aware that she was the primary on the case. “You want to do the honors?” he asked.
    Moira shook her head. The last thing she wanted to do was to pry the lid from the coffin and find herself looking down at a twenty-year-old corpse. “You’re the experts here.”
    â€œOkay, brace yourself, Detectives. This is not going to smell pretty,” Riley warned, adding, “If you’ve got handkerchiefs with you, I’d suggest using

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