..”“Excuse me,” a voice came from behind Holly, it was a young, blonde police officer, “can I please see your identifications?” She asked ni...ely. “Sure,” Holly said and rummaged inside her little handbag, “there it is,” she handed the officer her plastic card.“Are you Holly Green?” The officer wondered.Holly nodded in confirmation, “I am her.”“We’ve had a report from one of the residents in this neighborhood claiming you are the one responsible for the disaster east of here.”Holly tried to. ”“Hi Steve,” Pete said. “I called a contact I have with the Chicago police. They have absolutely nothing to go on at this point. They are pretty sure it was a stray bullet from a reported exchange of gunfire.”“I didn’t even hear anything other than a cracking sound from the window and Wen’s gasp.”“If you had your radio on, the heater running, and the windows shut, which I’m sure was the case because it’s cold out, that’s not surprising.”“What were you doing in the projects?” Melanie. " My home is your home. I didn't have to think long before I OK thanking her for her kindness. A month goes by and she tells me her daughter will come home from spending the summer with friends a few hours drive away. She hadn't told me very much about her daughter, just that she had brown hair and was 2 inches taller than she was, 5' 8" and she's 16 years old. When she showed me a picture of her that was 5 months old it sent my heart racing. She was absolutely gorgeous, beautiful brown skin,. Peter immediately flushed red and looked guilty as he glimpsed the stony stare from Liz. Harry raised an eyebrow."I have no idea what you did Pete," Harry declared as they continued towards English class, "But if you can get her back with a flowers and chocolates I'll cover the first thousand dollars of it." What?" Peter shook out of his guilty reverie. Images of of white skin and silver hair turned his red blood white hot. The small part of him, the intelligent and logical part, knew that Liz.