..”“You were just attempting to board a vessel without being invited. You can climb back down to the ground and wait to be invited or I can shoot ...ou and you will never get invited.”Damn, Dean was not joking with this guy and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.“I think we got someone watching us, Dean, I just got a bad feeling.”Without hesitating, Dean leaned down and hit the lever the dropped the steps on the gangway, making it flat again, and dumping the mook onto his ass on the pier.. Or at least where there was a fresh unmarked grave. It was in a back part of the cemetery where those executed at the witch trials were buried." Did you get a good look at the place?" Marilyn asked.I was surprised at that question. I would have thought everyone would have been able to just look it up inside of me. I wasn't trying to hide the information.I figured there must be some reason why they couldn't see what I'd seen. So I conjured up the layout of Salem and where the graveyard was in. She is one of those people who have a genius IQ, is academically brilliant, but who have trouble with the simple every day facts of life.The current problem is her car. I would call home and be told that her car wouldn't start. I would tell her to check some things and call me back. She would call back and tell me that she couldn't find what I was talking about and I would try to explain it to her in even simpler terms and she still couldn't handle it. After an hour of that I would finally call. Some had missing limbs, others in wheel chairs or on crutches. It was a most incredible sight. Nothing the sergeant had told me had prepared me for this. The lorry didn't stop at the front of the house but continued round to the rear and pulled up outside an ornate entrance porch in front of what I guessed to be the East wing. The driver stopped the engine and jumped nimbly to the ground, walking around the front of the vehicle to assist me down the steps. I thanked him and walked to the rear.