She nodded.
We walked down Park Street to Tremont Street and to the entrance to the graveyard.
Sydney came to a stop and stared into the graveyard. It was both eerie and fascinating to see the old tombstones and rock pathways. Some were large, ornate stones; others, simple stones on the ground. The north side of the cemetery had a long brick wall that also had tombstones placed in it. It was a strange feeling to walk into the cemetery, but I had no idea why.
“Well, let’s go look at the graves and see what we can find.”
I laughed and kissed her quickly. “I’ll take the left; you take the right.”
“Okay.”
After twenty minutes of looking at each stone, I sighed. This was going to take forever if we each stopped and looked at every single tombstone in this graveyard. I stopped at John Hancock’s grave and carefully studied it. Then I remembered Paul Revere and the painting of the Boston Tea Party at Tim and Sue’s house. I was positive it was his painting on the tile. I quickly walked over to his grave. After a thorough look around his grave, I pushed my hands through my hair and sighed. Then I glanced down and saw the Truth-seekers symbol on the path directly in front of the grave. I was almost standing on it. Glancing around the graveyard, I saw Sydney. She was looking at the tombstone, holding up her hands, and looking through a small hole she was making with her fingers.
What in the world is she doing?
I looked directly at the wall behind her. That’s when I noticed one grave that was not positioned like the others. I studied it and realized it was off by just a bit. Sydney looked up and saw me. She turned in the direction I was looking and then back to me. Then she smiled and walked over to me.
“I found a Truth-seekers symbol. And look at that tombstone? Does it look like it lines up with the symbol?”
“Make a triangle with your two pointer fingers. Then touch your two middle fingers and thumbs together like this. It makes a diamond shape. See? Put it right up to your eye.”
I mimicked the shape she was making.
“When you’re trying to focus on a spot that’s directly in front of you, it narrows your field of vision. Now, stand directly on the symbol and look.”
The moment I did it, I saw the tombstone on the wall that had been positioned differently from the others. If you stood directly on the symbol in front of Paul Revere’s grave and made the small shape to look through, you saw that grave.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, looking back at her.
“Grandpa showed me that. If you narrow your field of vision, you will see what you’re looking for.”
I grabbed her hand, and we walked over to that specific grave.
“If this works, we may have to find a hotel. That totally turned me on.” Sydney giggled, but that sound was followed by a gasp.
On the wall above the tombstone was the Truth-seekers symbol.
“Holy. Shit.”
“Mike! Mike, do you see what I see?”
“Yes.”
I read the name on the tombstone.
Robert Collins. R. Collins.
Sydney ran her hand over the symbol, causing me to look back up at it, and I noticed a brick that looked like it had been removed and then reseated. Maybe not in the last hundred years, but it had been removed at one time.