Lorraine stopped when the firefighter signalled and leaned on her crippled bike, giving him a resigned look. The man was cute but she felt stained and tired, her bike had been slashed and no doubt her family would want explanations. She didn't even want to think about her boss and the tantrum that would follow seeing the damage to company property. "Look, I've told the cops everything I know," she said tiredly. "I'm sure you can get a report from Zorcaster. He seemed like a decent bloke."<br/><br/>Her lips twisted in a tired smile. "Creatures of the dark? What are you talking about?"<br/><br/>Then it dawned. She heaved a sigh and slumped back over the handlebars.<br/><br/>"You mean Greg? He's insane. Talked Brandon and that other guy into doing some weird shit in that house. I'd stay away from him if I were you."<br/><br/>"Well, if you don't mind, I'm tired and I really, really need some sleep." Lorrained straightened and gripped the handlebars to continue on her way. "Nice tat, by the way. Don't think I've seen it before."