[ Willie takes the card, bafflement etched all over his face, but he (luckily) doesn't read it. Instead, he flips it over, flips it back, tucks it into the pocket of his jeans. It's just his luck — he finally gets a vacation, but the surprise visits don't, and what the hell kind of business does a reporter have here anyway?
Willie looks up, squinting at the new visitor. They aren't even near Illinois. Sharp as a tack, this one. ]
What're you lookin' for Mr. Barnabas for? No, he don't live here. He's up at the Old House.
[ Willie extends an arm and gestures vaguely behind him and — shit. The last thing Barnabas needs is anybody snooping around, although, honestly, it seems to happen at least weekly, at this point, and nobody's any wiser to anything. Even with a blabbermouth (Willie? Debatable.) living in such close quarters. It's almost impressive.
Besides, that's not the point right now. The point is the body buried in the yard, and sure, it probably isn't going anywhere (although Willie also has some concerns about that), but it probably wouldn't be great press for an out-of-town reporter to catch wind of. Nor would be Barnabas' situation.
He's nervous. His feet shift, he scratches the back of his neck. ]
he will (not)
[ Willie takes the card, bafflement etched all over his face, but he (luckily) doesn't read it. Instead, he flips it over, flips it back, tucks it into the pocket of his jeans. It's just his luck — he finally gets a vacation, but the surprise visits don't, and what the hell kind of business does a reporter have here anyway?
Willie looks up, squinting at the new visitor. They aren't even near Illinois. Sharp as a tack, this one. ]
What're you lookin' for Mr. Barnabas for? No, he don't live here. He's up at the Old House.
[ Willie extends an arm and gestures vaguely behind him and — shit. The last thing Barnabas needs is anybody snooping around, although, honestly, it seems to happen at least weekly, at this point, and nobody's any wiser to anything. Even with a blabbermouth (Willie? Debatable.) living in such close quarters. It's almost impressive.
Besides, that's not the point right now. The point is the body buried in the yard, and sure, it probably isn't going anywhere (although Willie also has some concerns about that), but it probably wouldn't be great press for an out-of-town reporter to catch wind of. Nor would be Barnabas' situation.
He's nervous. His feet shift, he scratches the back of his neck. ]
I could probably take a message, if you want.