The Bone Yard (2011)
“The crosses appeared to be made of galvanized metal pipe, two or three inches in diameter. On the tops of the horizontal pieces, the metal was a dull, mottled gray; underneath, it was black with mildew. Someone had gone to considerable effort to construct the crosses—their uprights and horizontal pieces had been neatly miter-cut and welded together—but neither the crosses nor the ground bore any sort of plaque or inscription, any indication of whose bones might lie within these graves, or how l...ong they’d lain there.
“This is amazing,” Angie whispered. “How’d you find out this was here?”
“I tracked down the former superintendent, Marvin Hatfield.”
She looked as surprised as I felt. “Hatfield? The guy quoted in that old newspaper story about the beatings?”
“Yep. Good old spare-the-rod, spoil-the-child Hatfield.”
“I’m surprised he’s still alive.”MoreLess
“This is amazing,” Angie whispered. “How’d you find out this was here?”
“I tracked down the former superintendent, Marvin Hatfield.”
She looked as surprised as I felt. “Hatfield? The guy quoted in that old newspaper story about the beatings?”
“Yep. Good old spare-the-rod, spoil-the-child Hatfield.”
“I’m surprised he’s still alive.”MoreLess
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