Theatrical Muse 148 what keeps you up at night?
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Doyle sat on a bench outside Tin Man’s Café waiting for the promised drink. He was sorry that he’d agreed to meet her in a public place, although he could see why she’d wanted that.
After all, she’d taken him by surprise by telephoning him about vampires when he was tired, depressed and nursing his third or fourth whisky. Once she’d said that she was an investigating officer and Kate Locksley had told her about him the barrage of questions hadn’t surprised him.
She’d known how to ask them, too, and it hadn’t taken much before he’d blurted out the whole story about the series of visions he’d had of a young-looking male vampire preying on a variety of very young, very willing girls.
(Afterward he’d felt that he’d talked much too much and he’d spent the rest of the night pacing, wondering if he should get out of the area before the men in white coats came to take him away.)
Even if Kate Locksley had vouched for him he could understand why the other officer would want to take precautions. Anyone could claim to be a Seer - in this kind of investigation he could have been anything.
Somehow it’d never occurred to him that the same applied to her.
Doyle sat on a bench outside Tin Man’s Café waiting for the promised drink. He was sorry that he’d agreed to meet her in a public place, although he could see why she’d wanted that.
After all, she’d taken him by surprise by telephoning him about vampires when he was tired, depressed and nursing his third or fourth whisky. Once she’d said that she was an investigating officer and Kate Locksley had told her about him the barrage of questions hadn’t surprised him.
She’d known how to ask them, too, and it hadn’t taken much before he’d blurted out the whole story about the series of visions he’d had of a young-looking male vampire preying on a variety of very young, very willing girls.
(Afterward he’d felt that he’d talked much too much and he’d spent the rest of the night pacing, wondering if he should get out of the area before the men in white coats came to take him away.)
Even if Kate Locksley had vouched for him he could understand why the other officer would want to take precautions. Anyone could claim to be a Seer - in this kind of investigation he could have been anything.
Somehow it’d never occurred to him that the same applied to her.