Frightful Fact or Fanciful Fiction

When the wind whispers secrets to the trees and shadows slip around dark corners, when change is in the air and things are not what they seem, what better time to let your imagination soar into the realms of shivers and shadows? I have a mystery for you this morning. From which of the Darcy and Flora books is the excerpt below? Is it  from The Cemetery Club, Grave Shift, Best Left Buried? Or, maybe it’s not fiction, but is fact? What do you think?

A dead bough had fallen from a cottonwood and had sunk into the soft ground. The limb had been there for quite a while from the looks of it. The branch must have landed with some force because it was deeply embedded in the earth. I tugged the limb until it suddenly loosened its grip on the ground, causing me to stagger backward. Something clung to the sharp end that had been underground…Frantically, I grabbed the fallen branch. With it, I lifted debris that had lain in this spot for a very long time. Sweat trickled down my face and my breath came in short gasps. Finally, a long, narrow depression in the ground lay before me, an oblong shape lower than the surrounding graves…I stumbled to my feet and sensed a presence beside me, slipping an arm around my shoulders. My eyes flew open and I looked wildly around. The only living things were the trees and a hawk riding  air currents in slow circles above me. No one was near, yet I could have sworn that for a brief instant, someone stood close.