"Where is your father's grave?" Agent asked.
"Over there." Linda pointed in a direction.
They walked over together and arrived before a dark gray tombstone bearing the name "Zida Hughes Bohr."
"So your surname is Bohr?"
Linda nodded. Agent watched her movements closely, but she still seemed stiff and clumsy, making it impossible to glean anything from her. He almost wanted to use the Psychoanalytic Method, but he was not particularly good at it and could not discern any emotions anyway.
As Agent pondered, his gaze passed over the large tombstone and found a smaller one behind it. The name "Bohr" was engraved on that tombstone as well.
He first glanced at Linda, then asked, "Who is this? Your father's brother?"
Linda shook her head. "This is my younger brother."
"Oh, sorry," Agent said. "Did he... die young?"
Linda nodded. "He had a strange illness and died when he was four."
"That's so pitiful." Agent hurriedly made the sign of the cross over his chest. "He will be the loveliest Angel by the Lord's side."
To his surprise, Linda glanced at him and asked, "Are you Christian?"
"Yes. I'm from England, a Protestant. Have you heard of the Baptist Church?"
Linda shook her head, and Agent did not dwell on the subject. Instead, he continued, "Your mother must have been devastated then. What a poor lady. But there really aren't many people left in this place. Have you never considered moving into the city?"
Linda remained silent. Agent looked at her—this young woman who should have been in the prime of her life looked like a stiff corpse. If she had not still been breathing and warm, he truly would have thought she was the source of the supernatural incidents.
Then Agent recalled the billboard at the entrance to town.