As they walked and talked, Emily abruptly decided she liked that Watts filled the conversation. A quiet, austere person by nature, she was more prone to listening and observing, rather than contributing, which meant her conversational partner often needed to be quite talkative. Hailey was nice to listen to, had a lot to say, and ended it on a very intriguing note.
Of course, Emily had to laugh softly at the reference to the Ink Pot. She was a frequent visitor there too, but without working in the area, it was more out of her way. In that, she envied the other officer’s posting. As for Eden Cemetery though… Emily made a low, intrigued noise.
The statues moved at night? The thought had her lowering her voice, as if they were sharing in a conspiracy, although she’d hadn’t heard that story in particular. “No,” she admitted, a little shiver tickling down her spine. After all she’d seen and done, she could hardly say that Hailey was pulling her leg or had an overactive imagination. But maybe it was a trick of the eye? She laughed a little too, thrilled at a being a little spooked. “I hadn’t heard that about the cemetery, but is there… A particular section where that happens?”
Of course, Emily had to laugh softly at the reference to the Ink Pot. She was a frequent visitor there too, but without working in the area, it was more out of her way. In that, she envied the other officer’s posting. As for Eden Cemetery though… Emily made a low, intrigued noise.
The statues moved at night? The thought had her lowering her voice, as if they were sharing in a conspiracy, although she’d hadn’t heard that story in particular. “No,” she admitted, a little shiver tickling down her spine. After all she’d seen and done, she could hardly say that Hailey was pulling her leg or had an overactive imagination. But maybe it was a trick of the eye? She laughed a little too, thrilled at a being a little spooked. “I hadn’t heard that about the cemetery, but is there… A particular section where that happens?”