Normally, splitting up was a problem, but they had enough people to cover her.
Elizabeth shrugged.
As a Catholic, the lights didn’t bother her at all.
“We’ll go toward the new section with Steph Lewis’ family plot. Be careful, since this person is consistent. Don’t go running into the trees or divide up. Got it?”
Callen unsnapped his gun holster.
“Oh, I’m in a cemetery at night. I’m shooting first and asking questions later.”
She laughed.
“What’s that like?” she asked. “You know, having to walk around something so goddamn haunted that it gives you the willies and makes you want to piss yourself?”
He sighed.
“You’re comparing the gold baron’s mansion to a cemetery?” he asked.
She nodded.
“I am.”
He shrugged.
“Well, I know one thing.”
Elizabeth waited.
“The skeletons in this cemetery aren’t sick. They have good bones.”
She stared at him.
Did he just dad joke her again?
Really?
“NO, THANK YOU, CALLEN JAMES.”
He just laughed.
As a matter of fact, Ivan did too.
She just rolled her eyes at both of them.
“Then don’t buy Christopher Anthony joke books. I have to read them to him every night before bed. This is all your fault,” he joked.
She snorted.
And they went separate ways.
Gene was beside her, Ivan was behind her, and the dog was walking along with her, a slow wolf-y pace. She’d be lying if she said it wasn’t creepy as fuck on this side of the cemetery.
Now, she was focused on the red lights that she’d not noticed before.
Great.
As they got closer, she stopped dead in her tracks, making Gene look around, and Ivan borderline freak out.
