Diplomatic Immunity

The battered van slowed to a stop behind the Cadillac Seville parked next to the wrought iron cemetery gates with Sewell inscribed on the top arch. Josie Palmer closed the door softly. No point in waking the souls resting nearby. In spite of the woolen trench coat, Fedora hat, and scarf pulled high around her ears, Josie Palmer shivered. She didnt know if it was the weather or the location tha...