Wandering through the graveyard it felt like something was watching me. I carefully scanned the dark, desolate environment around me, stepping over and kicking long forgotten flowers out of my way. I had to find out what had happened here. Sergeant Thornton didn't mess around and I was all too familiar with getting on his bad side. He had ordered me here, against my own will, to investigate the disappearance of a young woman called Sarah Quill, an irritating journalist for the local paper.