Clara was in the graveyard she visited often with a camera balanced on one of the stones as she figured out the shot she was going to take. Behind her, she heard rustling in the grass. “Ah-ah- whoever you are,don’t move. You’re going to mess up my shot.”
But the moment - whatever it was she had wanted to capture - had passed and she sighed before turning around to face whoever had interrupted her.
“So who’re you then? I don’t normally see anyone else passing through here. Most people think it’screepy.”
There was a lead on a case that Ned, Emerson, and Chuck were working. A witness and their residence had been identified. Unfortunately, the witness’s residence was a coffin six feet under. Fortunately, this was no problem for Ned.
He had arrived at the graveyard by himself, though he soon realized he was not alone when he nearly stepped into a woman’s camera shot.
“Uh, hello, I’m Ned. It’s not creepy. More so strange with an unsettling purpose, like toilets, sort of.”