Alex was about to work her way back to Julia when she was cut off by, of all
things, a news crew.
"Oh great, vultures." she muttered as a reporter stuck a microphone in her
face and shot off a list of questions.
Julia was being tugged and pulled in different directions as well - by cops,
teachers, students, civilians and her frustration.
"Are you sure...?" One officer was asking her for the upteeth time about the
make and model of the car she had described.
Her blue eyes shot toward him, her voice cutting "I am sure. Black Ford
Taurus, '88 model but customized. Now either take the damn report or get
out of my face."
On the outside she was as solid as possible considering the circumstances.
Inside she was shaking and a cold fear had a firm hold on her. Her gaze
kept going back to the point that the car had escaped into fast traffic,
remembering the look on Kat's face.
Oh god....
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