Andrew rubs at the back of his head, staring at the hole in the ground with a frown. "Who would have done this?"
I shrug, even though I'm pretty sure I know the answer. "Wouldn't it require some heavy machinery to dig up this dirt?"
"Not just to dig it up—the dirt's gone," he points out with a sigh. "Why would they take the dirt?"
Huh. Now that he mentions it…
But the mystery of the missing dirt is also not my problem. I'm sure Caeriel had his bizarre reasons, assuming he's the one behind Jebediah Wulfric's missing body.
The sky's still cloudy, though they're thankfully white and puffy without a storm in sight. Still, uneasiness creeps its way across my skin as I take a step closer to the open grave.
"I need to go down there," I tell Andrew, deciding to go with blunt. It isn't like there's a reasonable explanation for wanting to scour the bottom of a robbed grave, anyway, and he's been cooperative thus far.
His head whips around, eyes widening. "You want to what?"
