His first stop was going to be the police station. Ed still had some contacts in the homicide division and 1 contact in the crime scene unit. He knew ...hat he had to be cautious asking questions. He started formulating a plan of attack on his way to the police station.Ed drove to where he had stashed one of his cars and parked the van and drove the car to the police station. He parked the car in a visitor's spot and went into the station. The desk sergeant recognized him and they talked for a. How could that be, I wondered? Unless, somehow, the reality of one place can leak into the imagination of another? If true, that would explain A Lot!In fact, there was only one obvious difference. In the middle of the block on the main street was a brand spanking new town museum. And in the middle of its front window were three recently polished Piston Cups from fifty years ago. And next to them, a Rookie of the Year award from last year.As much as I wanted to stop and go inside to see the rest. “Absolutely. But now... now I need a drink.” I snapped my fangs at her threateningly and she shrunk back.“Bring me James.” I snarled. Linda rushed from the room, and came back with her husband. He saw my fangs and blinked in confusion, and Linda pushed him forwards. I grabbed his wrist lifted it, and then tore into it, drinking enough blood to sate my thirst whilst leaving him plenty to live. He staggered back when I released him. My fangs retracted into my gums. James slumped against the wall,. She knew the male stable workers were much attuned to looking at her pretty posterior when so attired and it always made her feel good inside to know their eyes followed her sensual movements when exercising the horses. The journey to the Carstairs estate was only a short hour on a fast mount. She was determined to confront her Jeffrey with the outrageous lies relayed to her by her father and hear his explanation of the circumstances. Sophia was certain the handsome young heir was entirely.