Chapter 81: Christmas (2)
This time, both Liam Moore and I were utterly shocked. Everyone here knew that digging up a person’s grave was an unforgivable act, morally and ethically.
“Wait. A coffin? Not just buried in a common graveyard?”
“Yes. The atmosphere in the prison was so bad that we decided to bury him separately. Most of the inmates had begun to revere him as a martyr. Who knows what would have happened if we’d kept him there and he became some sort of deity to the criminals!”
Liam Moore rested his chin on his hand.
“…So, what happened after you dug it up?”
“The coffin was filled with nothing but soil. There was no trace of a body at all.”
How long would it take for a human body to decompose into soil? I didn’t know for sure, but I doubted that even bones would disappear in just five years.
Liam’s expression grew stern.
“Let’s visit Philip Peterson’s family.”