He glanced at the kid, trying to get the measure of him, and falling a little short. That was disconcerting - Cole was usually pretty good at that kind of thing, but Julian was something of a mystery. Off-beat, nonchalant - Cole wasn't sure if he was just wary, or super-confident.
He supposed they'd find out.
The pair approached the central ring of crypts, their outlines standing out like teeth against the crest of the hill, the pale light of the moon giving them an eerie aspect as they closed the distance slowly, but surely.
Nothing so far. But in Cole's experience, that rarely meant there was nothing at all. The air was still around them, as if the wind had decided that it had tried the area, and it wasn't to its taste. It felt eerie.
Cole slowed his pace, and began approaching the scene more cautiously. It wouldn't do to be caught out by a rookie mistake, either in front of wraiths or, as Julian had put it, "emo goth kids".
Frankly, Cole had no idea what that sentence meant, but he flicked on the flashlight anyway, and began scything through the darkness with it, catching nothing but the outlines of a headstones as he did so.