Turning his head to look in the direction she indicated he rocked back on his heels, and craned his neck.
And widened his eyes. At first it had been a frown, and squint, and blinking as he made sure he was reading the headstone correctly. After he had of course again gone with the whole suspended disbelief protocol further, because headstones? In the middle of the football field?
Now he was going to have to add portals to foggy graveyards to his 'what crazy shit have you seen as a copper?' repertoire, which was never shared with anyone, especially colleagues, as he had managed to hang onto at least some semblance of reputation despite the 'unusual' cases making their way to his desk when everyone else had flick passed them.
"What the ..." He read it again. What he could decipher.
1342?
He blinked as he tried to make out the other markings on the stone. What looked like moss was growing in patches, hiding the script, making it challenging to read, but he could make out some letters, a 'C', and then further along a 'g'.
The unmistakable sounds of a horse exhaling loudly, accompanied with the jangling of tack as it shook its head quickly pushed all other thoughts out of his head. "You know that whole trial and error plan?" He looked at her. "Let's hope it's more trial than error."