“This is a bad idea.” He frowned at the less than salubrious cemetery interior.
Nell turned to join him in his contemplation. It might not be the best idea ever, but bad seemed a little harsh. She’d followed her instincts, but if his cop instincts were twitching—a burst of chatter broke the local silence and a gaggle of tourists were herded out of the dead space by a guide. He directed them across the street and out of sight, letting silence settle in once more. Dead space. The nickname suited these cemeteries.
Alex shifted from one foot to the other and hunched his shoulders. Was it her imagination that his cop instincts settled? His last survey seemed a little less intent, falling more in the annoyed range. He wanted to ask her why. She felt that to her toes.
Perhaps if she knew why…b
