“It’s probably just your nerves.”
She nodded but still looked unsure. “So, the numbers on the paper?” she asked.
“They’re coordinates, and I will bet you anything they lead to somewhere in Boston.”
Mike
Sydney and I stared at the display on my laptop.
“Is that…?”
I nodded. “A graveyard in Boston.”
Sydney smacked me on the shoulder and jumped for joy. “Mike! You are brilliant. How in the world did you know those numbers were coordinates?”
“The first set I didn’t. Once I found the other ones and saw they were the same amount of numbers, two different rows, I put two and two together and figured out the clue. I am, after all, a damn good detective. I got your panties back, didn’t I?”
She rolled her eyes. “Let’s not revisit that.”
“What about the numbers on the spoon?” she asked.
“Once the coordinates pulled up the graveyard, the spoon made sense. It was a clue, but not a great one. Sixteen sixty is when the Granary Burying Ground was established.”
“That is unbelievable,” Sydney stated as she looked at the laptop.
“Come on, let’s get going. We’ve got about a two-hour drive to Boston.”
Sydney ran into the room and quickly changed into jeans and sneakers.
“Bring a sweatshirt, baby. It might get chilly.”
“Got one. Let’s go!”
We raced out to the car, and Sydney put Granary Burial Boston into her phone. Traffic was light and the GPS said we would make it there in just over two hours.
“Are you hungry? Should we stop and eat something?” I asked.
She looked at me like I was insane. “Drive through anywhere—let’s just get there. I can’t believe this!”
After a quick spin through Chick-Fil-A, we made it to Boston in just under two hours. I may have broken a speed limit or two during that drive, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Sydney looked up from her phone. “There is a public parking lot on Beacon Street and Park Street.”
“Yeah, it’s right around the corner.”
She smiled. “I forgot your father lives here. You’re probably familiar with the area.”
Laughing, I pulled into a spot and turned off the car. “Just a little. Once we get there, let’s split up. You take one side of the graveyard; I’ll take the other.”