MELISSA WAS WAITING for Zack when he got to the station and quickly led him from his Aston Martin, which she cast admiring, jealous eyes at, to her far from exciting means of transportation. She wanted to suggest that they go to the domestic disturbance in his car, but thought better of it, doing so would be pressing her luck, especially since her only reason for even thinking of it was that she wanted to find out what it felt like to ride in such a nice car.
“I’m really sorry to get you involved in this,” she said as she drove them away from the police station. “They did send me a constable to help out, but he’s back in town trying to find a suspect in the vandalism case, so I’m on my own again for the time being, since Adrian still hasn’t been told he can stop guarding the Wright Farm.”
