Vampires on the Run: A Quinnie Boyd Mystery

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1 What time is it Ella asks again It’s thirty seconds later than the last time you asked I’m twisting my hair and she’s blowing on her nail polish They should be here she says It’s May and spring has finally found its way to the North Atlantic The funky aroma of washed-up seaweed fills the air and damp cold still seeps out of the wooden boards we’re perched on We’ve broken out the flip-flops and shorts but pulled hoodies on over our T-shirts In Maine spring means sixty-five degree days tops The sun’s weak but we’re sure it’s giving us some color Have they driven to New England before I ask her Are you kidding Ella says I think this is the 1