Graves. Lots and lots of graves, each equipped with the proper equipment for raising and lowering coffins already in place. "That shouldn't be happening," she muttered. "Even if this is supposed to be a legitimate business, you don't gear this stuff up in advance. It's like they're planning for a massacre or --"

Sadie stepped up to the edge of nearest grave. It was far more shallow than it should have been. "This isn't a final resting place," she said to the dark hole in the ground. "This is a Turning grave." Her head shot up. The graves were laid out on a grid, so it was easy to calculate...