Nell's eyes narrowed further, not because she suspected Morgan of lying, but because nothing was making any sense. If the detective hadn't dreamed of this place himself, then someone else had already told him the story. The story of her dream.
"Whatever they told you, they lied. Here's what's true: I went to sleep drunk, and dreamed a high-born lady in a shift, and another woman tied up to a goddamned stake above a bonfire, and monsters with fangs," Nell told him in a rush. "And then I woke up, and that was that. Ain't no crime to solve because nothing happened. It weren't nothing but a dream."