I TRIED TO STICK to the same story that I'd told Dad, shrugging off the Vulcan pinch idea like it was my best guess. By the time I was done, the cold metal chair had sucked all the warmth from my body. I rubbed my arms as I waited for the detective to respond. His black eyes bore into me like lasers as he took his time. The longer the silence stretched, the greater my anxiety grew. I finally leaned closer to Dad, needing his warmth and strength.
"Vulcan neck pinch, huh?" said the Detective Winchester finally. "That's a new one. Sure you don't want to change your story?" His obvious skepticism made my face redden.
Dad cleared his throat and the detective's eyes shot toward him, narrowing.
"Okay," he gave in, leaning back in his seat. Dad nodded with approval. "What about Dante's car, Ms. Parker. Can you describe it to me?"
I shrugged. "It was a Blue Suburu WRX, STI, I think. Leather trimmed upholstery."