With a long, grinding crack, the lid slid sideways and thudded onto the grass. A dark hollow lay underneath, and in the hollow sat a small round urn wrapped in red silk.The flashlight beam trembled across the cloth. Jesse let out a low whistle."Got her," Shawn breathed. He reached down with both hands. "Let us go home.""Excuse me," a hoarse voice called behind them.Both men froze. Their hands hung in the air over the open grave, and a cold sweat broke out across their foreheads."Are you robbing a grave?" the voice asked. It was rough and cracked, and it dragged on the words like a rusty gate.Very slowly, Shawn and Jesse turned their heads. Standing between two crooked headstones in the pale moonlight was a hunched, filthy figure with a swollen face.Her hair stood out in greasy ropes. Her eyes were two black pits in a purple and yellow mask of bruises, and a trail of dark crumbs ran down her chin like dried blood."A ghost," Jesse whispered. His voice squeaked up an octave. "Sha