So I renewed my effort to get a special permit for China travel weather it. Success, and at the same time a young Dutchman called Peter was also granted China travel weather a permit, so we decided to hitch together. At 5 a.m. the next morning we set out. Peter made some rude comments about the weight of my backpack.
The three of us directed our series of questions to Eunice and Henry White. The questions were similar to what we’d asked near Jacob’s and Susan’s graves. Who was the murderer? Was there more than one person who did the shooting? The sound of birds and children playing in the distance did little to lessen the intensity of anticipation. This uncanny feeling remained throughout our time at the Holcomb grave site, though nothing remotely unusual was heard or felt.
It was getting late. Bev, Jeff and I proceeded with our last stop, Judd Crouch’s grave. Not sure where it was, we spread out to begin the search. Finding the site would be a little like finding a needle in a haystack. Woodland Cemetery is quite a large place. Slowly walking, eyes scanning the surrounding gravestone.