Shirley leaned against the front of ben's car, lightly massaging her temples. Her headache was back with a vengeance, thanks to the long hours of questioning. And still the police didn't believe her. It was evident from the look in their eyes, the tone in their voices.
They just couldn't accept a sixteen-year-old girl would be capable of such destruction. And she hadn't even hit them with the vampire theory yet.
She eased her weight from one leg to the other and studied the brightly-lit mansion. Though Merry couldn't be seen, her pain and fury lingered. She was somewhere nearby, watching and waiting. For what, Shirley wasn't sure.
