Phoebe POV
“Phoebe?” Vincent, leaned down to peer into the car.
I barely rolled the windows down, but the smell of blood was getting strong in the hot climate. Even with the air conditioning on, the blood spilled from the human I killed in the back seat was beginning to sour.
Vincent looked shocked, then I saw the wheels turning in his head. Before he could land on the idea that I might have murdered someone in cold blood for thirst, I said, “Seems my Uber driver has a habit of sexually assaulting and then killing his female clients. I put a stop to that. I hope you don’t mind.” I smiled sweetly, like I truly did him the kindness of ridding the town of the vile man.
“Oh, dear,” Vincent rubbed the back of his neck, straightening up to look back at the men standing at the front of the
