He's not entirely sure he wants to be filled in on what that means, at least not right here or right now, at the cemetery in the dark. He imagines gravedigging isn't exactly smiled upon in the mystical world, and he doesn't think he needs the added pressure of knowing what it is that world really consists of.

He extends his arm to drag his shovel along the edge of the layer of stone that acts as the foundation for the Coombs mausoleum and nods. "It's a good place to start, unless the book is actually inside beneath all the concrete. That would be most unfortunate."