[hr][center][color=slategray][b][h1]Harry Kingsfield[/h1]
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Harry was already writing down Mrs. Walker's words right as they came out of her mouth, while as usual adding his own commentary to them for himself. It was kind of amazing how quickly his hands moved considering his notebook and pen hadn't been anywhere in sight  just a few seconds before. Perhaps in another life he could have been a damn good stenographer. Or he could use that as a back-up job in case being a private investigator ever goes belly up. For the time being, his skills of speed writing went towards justice, not merely court records.

[i][list][*]Riley age 5 had interest in supernatural. Perhaps carried over or renewed in adolescence? Likely relevant whatever the case even if just.
[*]Mrs. Walker's go-to topic from the occult was the town's history. More evidence for ingrained history of the supernatural?
[*]Halsey:[list][*]Supposedly knowledgeable about the history of Red Lake
[*]Has a shop
[*]Old
[*]Female[/list][/list][/i]

[color=slategray]"Thank you, Mrs. Walker,"[/color] Harry responded, setting down his writing utensils to the side once he was done with them. He contemplated giving her some story about perhaps coming across signs that some of the people involved might have been engaged in some kind of supernatural prank gone wrong. Something along the lines of someone thinking they were possessed by a ghost as a rationalization of their crimes, but stopped himself for two primary reasons. It would go against what he'd been telling them up to this point about not divulging information about the investigation. 

But more importantly, lying was unbecoming of one who was supposed to be snouting out the Truth, even moreso when it was falsehood about the subject of their profession. A story might have given the mother some measure of comfort for her ailing mind, but it would drive a stake in the foundation of his person, and that he wouldn't abide by.

Unrelated to the job, from his seat at the table, Harry tried to shift his gaze to see if he could steal a peek into the kitchen, He was really hungry, and was curious how soon his food would be done. He knew it was unlikely that he'd be able to see much of anything at all, but he didn't want to rudely ask up-front since he'd only been seated for a few minutes.