Sarah watched as the girls reunited with their parents in the moonlit parking lot. It warmed her heart, to see a happy ending to such a complex little affair. She managed to talk to each of the parents before the girls were released. Agatha DeVries struck her as a nice enough person, as did Mr. and Mrs. Madison. Bunny and Esmond Whitefield weren't even aware of their daughter's incarceration until Sarah had Murphy track them down, apparently spending the entire day in a hotel room in romantic confusion. Not the most responsible parenting move, but Sarah had to admire the dedication to their marriage at their age.
The last day had obviously been stressful on all except those two, and many of the parties involved were crying and hugging and the like. After a moment more of looking on the Lieutenant noticed a woman walking over towards her, who she recognized as Lucy Pierce, the owner of that club.
"I just wanted you to thank you again for all you did," The Gothic woman said, extending a black nailed hand.
Slade waved a hand away. "I was just doing what people of my profession were supposed to do. Hell, we wouldn't be in this situation if my superior hadn't been crooked."
"Have you done anything to deal with him?"
"Something's been arranged. And I just so happen to get a nice promotion out of the arrangement. Chief Sanders will walk, but I'll make sure he never wears the badge again."
Lucy nodded solemnly. "You let those little shits off too easy if you ask me."
"Which is why I didn't. Those girls may have done something incredibly stupid, and malicious besides, but I don't think they quite deserve what they would get if we pressed charges. Besides, even in juvy pretty things like them tend not to last. No, better to let idiots like them loose and hope they get smart when they grow up them screw them over for sure right now. Besides, I'm sure they'll find the police much less cooperative next time they try a stunt like that."
"I suppose your right. So that's it? No more troubles from the police?"
"Unless some bureaucrat or lawyer gets real persistent, yeah. You're close to those three, right? Keep an eye on them, and let me know if they land in any more trouble," she handed Lucy her number, and with a curt nod headed back into the police station. Their was still some time to review a few cases before the day began...
On the other side of town, Richy Phillips pandered through the early morning streets with little or no purpose. The former elementary school bully came upon the sleeping Residence of the Willow family, and entered despite the locked doors and alarm system.
He made his way to the room of Morgan Willow, sixteen year old daughter of the family and Junior at North High School, on the far side of town. North was dominated by the Emo crowd, and Morgan was queen within the group. Managing to be serious enough to avoid being called a poser while avoiding the more self destructive tendencies of some of her fellows, Morgan was as socially astute as her equivalents in the popular clique at Joni's school, and was no friend to either Zoe or Jon's groups. All this knowledge flooded Richy's mind as he donned Morgan's nightly attire, and he stumbled over and crashed upon the girl's bed, his dreams filled with anger and despair.
Shortly after a now identity lacking Morgan rose from her former bed, setting out of her house into the night like a mindless drone...
