Chapter 10

I woke up Monday feeling somehow even worse than on Sunday. I called in sick. When I finally felt more willing to make some tea than stay in bed, there was a note under the door from Jasmine, in code.

I didn't bother deciphering it. I recognized the beginning sequence from "Rosewood Cemetery."

On my death bed, I had to deal with this? I hung my head over the tea pot, trying to suck in all the steam. If there was a god, Jasmine would be just as sick. She wouldn't go desecrating graves...