Chapter 45

“Oh, Moses,” he thought. “Why did I ever drag you back to this miserable place. We could still be enjoying our life together down in Florida.

He was sole owner of the property now, not that it would do him one iota of good, because he knew for sure that he was already infected with the fever and was bound to follow Moses to the grave in a matter of weeks, if not days—not that he cared whether or not he lived or died.

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2018—late November

“That answers yet another question,” Eric said when he once again had control of his senses. It had taken a while, because he’d been crying when he’d snapped out of the episode.

“What are you talking about, and why are you crying?” Carlton said. “I didn’t experience anything just now.”

“That’s because you were dead.”

“What!”

Eric told him what he’d experienced. “I need to get to my laptop and write everything down while it’s still fresh in my mind.”

Carlton locked the mausoleum, then quickly drove them back to the house.