"I never claimed to know it," Erskine replied with an easy shrug. "Just that you didn't. I'm pleasantly surprised. I never knew you went in for being the bottom man."
It was probably a good thing Dexter cut them off before they could continue. All Erskine did was laugh as he followed the pair out, and insisted that he could make no promises. Cars were cramped spaces, after all.
Ghastly was getting back in his own van not long after Dex started the engine of the official Sanctuary car, moving back off towards his shop in that run-down neighbourhood off of Dublin. He and Dex got into a wordless, yet furious contest over who could get back to the main road first, which Dex won by a hair, and then the two vehicles parted to go their separate ways.
Erskine couldn't even walk into the Sanctuary, once they got there. He thought he could; he'd even managed to fool himself on the way into believing he could finish up some work. But then all he could do in the parking lot behind the museum was search for the Bentley, and even though he didn't find it, he still froze in the gateway right before the entrance to the museum.
"I'm..." He hesitated, and then pointed back towards the road. "I'm going home. Back here bright and early and bushy-tailed in the morning, right?"
Taxis were fairly easy to come by in Dublin. There were thousands of them. Cabbies tended to patrol the same parts of town, though, a fact which Erskine only knew because he'd managed to grab the exact same cab so often now that he and the cabbie were becoming something approaching friends. So he wasn't surprised when the cab he hailed turned out to be the same one, although he was starting to wonder if he needed to file some sort of stalker report, just to be safe.
He was smiling warmly when he climbed in, though. "Micah!" Erskine honestly couldn't think of a single other person he wanted to talk to right now. "Fancy running into you here! Museum's closing early today. I'm taking the opportunity and running with it. How are things?"
He'd wondered before if Micah was a sorcerer, or a mortal trying to prove the existence of sorcerers. Erskine had dealt with people like that before. But after nearly a year of subtle interrogation, he was almost sure Micah didn't know anything beyond his cab route.
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It was probably a good thing Dexter cut them off before they could continue. All Erskine did was laugh as he followed the pair out, and insisted that he could make no promises. Cars were cramped spaces, after all.
Ghastly was getting back in his own van not long after Dex started the engine of the official Sanctuary car, moving back off towards his shop in that run-down neighbourhood off of Dublin. He and Dex got into a wordless, yet furious contest over who could get back to the main road first, which Dex won by a hair, and then the two vehicles parted to go their separate ways.
Erskine couldn't even walk into the Sanctuary, once they got there. He thought he could; he'd even managed to fool himself on the way into believing he could finish up some work. But then all he could do in the parking lot behind the museum was search for the Bentley, and even though he didn't find it, he still froze in the gateway right before the entrance to the museum.
"I'm..." He hesitated, and then pointed back towards the road. "I'm going home. Back here bright and early and bushy-tailed in the morning, right?"
Taxis were fairly easy to come by in Dublin. There were thousands of them. Cabbies tended to patrol the same parts of town, though, a fact which Erskine only knew because he'd managed to grab the exact same cab so often now that he and the cabbie were becoming something approaching friends. So he wasn't surprised when the cab he hailed turned out to be the same one, although he was starting to wonder if he needed to file some sort of stalker report, just to be safe.
He was smiling warmly when he climbed in, though. "Micah!" Erskine honestly couldn't think of a single other person he wanted to talk to right now. "Fancy running into you here! Museum's closing early today. I'm taking the opportunity and running with it. How are things?"
He'd wondered before if Micah was a sorcerer, or a mortal trying to prove the existence of sorcerers. Erskine had dealt with people like that before. But after nearly a year of subtle interrogation, he was almost sure Micah didn't know anything beyond his cab route.