Chapter 29

A short while later, he lay on his bed. He closed his eyes listening to the quiet sounds in the house. All the events of the last twenty-four hours and their possible ramifications for future actions that could change so many lives, including his own, ran through his head. He realized that he looked forward to the changes, even though he didn't know exactly why or what those changes would be. He soon dozed off and dreamed. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

The clergy's words were a dulled echo in the early morning mist, as Wyatt stood ramrod straight in front of the coffin holding the remains of his fiancée. He glanced at the crowd gathered around the mahogany casket, colleagues, parents, relatives, and friends who had come to pay their respects. The police honor guard stood to the side, ready to make a final tribute to one of their own.