HOLY CROSS CEMETERY: MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN
A morning breeze sent a mixture of orange and brown leaves tumbling across the neatly trimmed grass. The sun beamed in November splendor as the cool night air slowly dissipated. The first hints of an early winter shrouded him. On one knee, Detective Declan Tomczyk measured the length of a shoe print left behind by an unwanted visitor.
“Size elevens,” the detective told a uniformed police officer standing near him. “At least one of the suspects had on a pair of size eleven boots with four grooves across the middle. And look at this notch on the outside corner of the sole. Must have caught it on something during one of his nightly escapades. If we find this boot, we have one of our suspects.”
Tomczyk slowly stood, patted some dirt off the knees of his blue jeans, and surveyed the cemetery. “How many did you say were damaged, Jerry?”