Thirteen

"Ms. Hastings, that is a very serious accusation." Detective Sullivan grumbled at me, not seeming to care about the fact that I had just been in a car accident. His biggest concern was that I had ordered him out here and disrupted his day off.

"I understand that! That doesn't change the fact that my parents were murdered a couple months ago, and now my brakes were tampered with!" My voice rose, and multiple heads turned. It seemed the police department thought it important to send out an extra patrol car or two since my family was one of their largest donors. Of course, I was considering cutting back on our annual donation the longer it went with a lack of attention on my parent's case.

"We will need to have your vehicle inspected before we can make the claim that this was attempted murder." He added, and my jaw tightened.

"And when will that be done? How long will it take before you start questioning any potential witnesses or pulling the footage from securi