"George Carter? You mean the guy who used to live right next door to us? He's been dead for years. I've never seen him myself, only heard of him, seemed pretty famous."
Faith Hendrix asked.
Yorick Hall nodded.
He said, "His son's back. I heard he became some bigshot official out there. He went to sweep the grave today, and that bastard old Blaxton actually dug the grave up. Of course the guy lost it. We still don't know how this is going to be handled. My resort is definitely done for, and as for what's going to happen to old Blaxton, it's hard to say right now."
"Don't you have connections up top? Go pull some strings."
Faith Hendrix grabbed Yorick Hall's hand and said.
Yorick Hall shook his head.
He said, "Doesn't work. Secretary Griffin of our Bayberry Town, he used to be that Dirk Carter's subordinate. Who can I possibly go to that would help? Ah! This time it's over. It's just you I'm sorry for, you'll be stuck living like a grass widow again."
