Assuming the question about her patrol route was rhetorical, Emily just chuckled, and shrugged. That would’ve been up to her superior. Hailey went on, sweeping Emily up in a pair of questions that had her huffing another laugh.
Keeping her composure, and her expression fairly neutral on the thought, she realized that she couldn’t tell the truth on the question directly. Not until she had a better sense of Watts’ experience, she thought.
Fact was, she didn’t believe in ghosts, she knew they existed, and she wished terribly that she didn’t. But this was just reality—there were ghosts, and they were unfriendly. She decided on taking the long way around the topic. She hummed in thought.
“There’re rumors of ghosts in the subways around that part of town, since they’re near the graveyard. People like to carry those little deli packs of salt in their pockets before they head down to the platform.” Emily shrugged and shook her head, glancing over at her companion with a wry smile. “I don’t think that works, or if the rumors are true, but I at least like to believe there’s an afterlife.”