All too quickly, we pulled up to the police station. Processing went fairly smoothly, and the officers were nice enough. I suppose that they remembered me from my vampiric abduction, or they thought that I was pretty enough to overlook the fact that I was being brought in on suspicion of murder.
Probably the latter.
Just as they were about to put me in a cell, an idea came to my mind.
“Can I have my one phone call?” I asked.
The officer nodded and took me to the phone.
“You have five minutes,” she said.
I picked up the receiver and dialed Noah’s number.
“Noah Bernard speaking,” he answered.
“Noah, it’s me, Crystal.”
“Crystal? What are you doing call from—” there was a pause as he looked up the number— “the county jail?”
“I was arrested, Noah.”
“Arrested! On what charge?”
“Murde
