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limit.”
    “Seeing as how I'm Police Chief in this fine town, speed it up.”
    He tipped his hat down over his eyes and as he proceeded to make himself comfortable, softly mumbled “Wake me up when we get to the Coroner's, Coffin Boy.” He closed his eyes. Within thirty seconds he was snoring.

Chapter 4
    Perry slept for the balance of the trip.
    I spent the time wondering if my theory that whoever killed the girl had to know something about cemeteries was on the money or miles off base. The more I pondered the notion, the stronger I felt that I was right. Had Perry not turned things around and put me on the spot I would have volunteered more information that might have helped him in his investigation.
    Like the fact that he was dead wrong about the idea that working at a cemetery or Funeral Home automatically gave someone special knowledge about cemeteries. That was nonsense. Take Nolan. Even though he had been an embalmer for nearly thirty-five years, I would have bet money that he was as ignorant of cemeteries as he was of piloting a plane.
    Nolan's work, like that of all embalmers, was done in the Embalming Room. He knew death and corpses and a dozen different ways to make a dead body look presentable, but his job-related exposure to cemeteries was nonexistent. Once he placed a freshly embalmed, made-up and dressed corpse into its coffin, as far as he was concerned, his work was completed.
    As for Nolan's spare time, if he hung around Elm Grove exploring old headstones, he never mentioned it to me and I never heard about it from Vaughn or any of the other cemetery workers and it would have been the kind of thing that Vaughn would have told me.
    I would venture to guess that Wilt Ging, the embalmer and restoration man at DiGregorio's, was just as ignorant of cemeteries as Nolan. Plus, he had a bum right leg, the end result of a bad fall ten years ago. Walking was difficult for him. The idea of him meandering around cemeteries doing tracings of hundred-year-old headstones was laughable.
    This same ignorance applied to most cemetery employees as well. Because of all the funeral arrangements I'd made over the years, I spent a considerable amount of time in the business office of Elm Grove cemetery. I'd gotten to know the entire staff. Inside, besides Mel Abernathy, there were three other employees, two women and one man: Joanne Huxley, the bookkeeper, Patricia Lemaulrik, the secretary/clerk and George Yawler, the salesman.
    I can't deny that Mel and George were as knowledgeable about the history and layout of Elm Grove as any cemetery buff, so conceivably they could be possible suspects. But Joanne and Patricia just came in to the cemetery office, did their work and went home. In and out, like browsers in a mall. They were just as naive about the workings of a cemetery as the average person on the street. It was almost as if they worked as clerks at a factory or small boutique.
    As for the outdoor workers, Alton supervised a crew of four, three of whom had worked at Elm Grove for over ten years and the remaining guy for probably five years. I knew that each of them had a comprehensive awareness of the cemetery grounds and the patterns of visitors, more than anyone, even Mel or George. But despite the lowliness of their profession there was an inherent decency to these men. They might be drinkers and loners, but they weren't murderers. And even if one of them were, he would be intelligent enough not to have hidden the body so near to where he worked.
    As for myself and Lew, Tyler DiGregorio and his father, as well as all the Funeral Directors who worked out of Elm Grove, we all had probably walked every inch of cemetery simply because helping people pick out a grave site is a scaled down version of helping people buy a house. Some are picky and want to check out a dozen Sections. Others take the first space they see.
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    I was so lost in my thoughts that the drive to the Coroner's flew by. I pulled into the rear