Vampires on the Run: A Quinnie Boyd Mystery

Vampires on the Run: A Quinnie Boyd Mystery — page 9
dryness with the back of the other Dominic holds up his palm as if to say Save your nails I got it Thanks Margaret Sheriff says the dad We can handle it I am busy imagining what’s in Dominic’s bags and hoping there are none of those Funko things when I feel a breeze from Ella’s direction I look sideways and she’s rushing into the middle of the road waving her arms like she’s marshaling in a jumbo jet A black sedan with dark windows emerges from a cloud of gravel dust and halts in front of her The wheel wells are splattered with spring mud but the rest of the car is rounded sleek and shiny The passenger window powers down and Ella leans in for a hug 7