VANISHED - A Serial Story by Melody D. Scott (Part 1)
“I don’t think it’s supposed to be like that,” Jose told his crew chief. The two men stared at the open door of the empty columbarium crypt. The vacant hole detracted from the stoic stack of burial crypts at Fort Rosecrans Military Cemetery.
Morning fog obliterated the world that lay beyond fifty feet. Its soft insulation cocooned them against sounds of the Navy base activities two hundred feet below them in the harbor.
“Maybe Mr. MacDonald forgot to lock it,” Alejandro replied. “Maybe it is a new tomb, with nobody in it yet.”
“But there is a name on the door--Michael Stanley Smith, February 2, 1916 - June 14, 1954.”
Alejandro reached into his jacket pocket for his cell phone, but remembered the cone of silence the military had placed over the peninsula. Electronics were blocked over the strategic military base grounds. “I better go get Mr. MacDonald.” He walked quickly toward his truck parked on the roadway of the cemetery, stepped up inside and started it.
Jose, an intent worker bee, picked up his shovel and carried it to the flower bed where a dead azalea plant crouched on the grassy floor. A little breeze swept damp gray cotton up into his face. He squinted.
Alejandro drove back a half mile through rows of headstones that followed the flow of land over the cliff to the Pacific Ocean on the west and over the bay into San Diego Harbor on the east. The low-ceiling 1950’s style block building housing the office of the funeral director, Jerrold MacDonald, had just been painted the color of desert sand.
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