The Twelve Fountains Cemetery was several miles from
Louisville. There was a small office near the entrance,on the
other side of som tall iron gates.
Ray drove the car through the gates and stopped the car
outside the office. Gilbert took Helen with him into the
building. Laura had bruises on her face, and he didn't want
people to see these marks and ask questions.
After a few minutes, Ray and Helen came back to the car
with two maps of the cemetery. The smaller map showed the
part of the Cemetery that we needed to visit. On the larger
map, one area was marked with a red circle. Gilbert showed
this map to Ray and pointed to the red circle.
“The Pelissaro monument is there," he said.
Ray drove through the cemetery until he found the
Pelissaro monument. Then he parked the car and we all got out.
lt was a cold winter‘s day and there were no other people
near us in the cemetery. l looked at the monument in the
photo on the card and then l looked at the monument in
front of us. lt was the same. The building was made of white
stone and it was taller than all the headstones around it.
Gilbert threw his Stetson onto the back seat of the car.
“What do we do now?" he asked Ray.
"Let me think for a minute," Ray said.
He looked at the headstones, the trees. and the hills in
the distance. I did the same. We were both looking for some
kind of clue. The Pelissaro monument had to be important.
Ray was looking at the names on the gravestones. l slowly
turned around in a circle. There were five mausoleums
around us. Each small building in the circle was different, and
a family's name was written above the door on each one.
REDROX.HARTFORD.WILLIAMSON.And...LAWLESS.
I put a hand on Ray's arm and pointed at the fifth
mausoleum."There." I said.