“I suppose. There were enough disasters and tragedy combined with objects for spirits to attach themselves to last a lifetime. Maybe this is why the spirit activity died down lately?” Nick said. He shifted uncomfortably in the chair, then started to stand. “I have to move around.”
“Let’s stop at the mayor’s office and finish our rounds, then head home for a hot soak. That should make you feel better,” Todd said and held out a hand, motioning to the door.
“I hope we don’t find anything. A nice hot bath sounds really good.” Nick twisted his torso and rubbed his shoulder. “Let’s walk. Sitting for any longer than I have to in that carriage makes me hurt to think about it.”
They left the sheriff’s office, not locking the door since one of the deputies was due in any time, and strolled down t
