<strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>Lorraine grimaced and shot a stealthy glance at her watch. "Mom's going to be frantic. Give me a sec." Following suit Lorraine pulled out her phone and texted a message to her mom. It basically said she'd been delayed and would spend the night at a friend's place. Her mother wouldn't like the short notice but it bought her time. Going home first would result in too many questions she couldn't answer. Perhaps if she got the bike repaired first, she could get away with a fabricated story of meeting up with a friend after the fire. It sounded thin, even to her mind, but until she found a better solution it would have to do. She sent the message and put her phone away.<br/><br/>"I hate to say this, but I'm going to need to park the bike. It won't take a moment." Fortunately, their apartment had a basement parking. It wasn't the best protected but it was better than leaving the vehicle on the street. "Who is this friend of yours? Does he know about these... well, Greg and that bloke you met?" A frown crinkled the young woman's slender brows. "Don't you think it's weird? I mean, I never saw someone like Greg before. And now that I have, you come along  having seen something similar."<br/><br/>She grinned at her attractive companion. "I'm not complaining but it's odd, don't you think?"