And there it was suddenly. The soft thud of feet contacting with sand within a hollowed-out square in the earth. Even though the grave was still only four feet deep, it made a different sound; not an echo, but something else. An embraced thud, a surrounded thump. Perhaps the same sound Ronald's body would make once we reached the desired six-foot depth and tossed him in like a sack of potatoes. But unlike potatoes, this sack had only two eyes and...