Chapter 4
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She drew in a slow, deep breath, then let it out.
Who was the man, and what was his reason for biting people? Lance had called him mad, but she had met the man face to face and he was far from mad. He was very attractive and charming, appearing cool and collected. The only thing he did out out of the ordinary was, of course, the biting.
"Lance, something serious has happened here. I need you to come over and help me after you are done with whatever you are going to do."
"Is it very serious? Should I come with backup?"
Louisa thought that would be a good idea.
"Yes, please."
Lance got even more worried.
"Please tell me what happened. I am not going to be at peace now because my mind will keep conjuring the worst scenarios of what you are going through."
"Okay. How far are you from the police station? I am going to tell you what happened."
"I still have a long way to drive. You can talk."
"Alright." She grunted as she tried to shift to more comfortable position.
"You sound like you are in great pain. That grunting," Lance observed.
"As soon as I got from work earlier this evening, I decided to visit the bar near my place. While I sat drinking on my own, there's this gorgeous man that entered the bar and talked to me..."
"No doubt you brushed him off," Lance guessed.
"I wish I did. I was so drunk and asked him to the dance floor, to which he agreed. From there he pulled me to the bathroom and..." She hesitated, still finding all this to be so strange and outrageous and unbelievable. She still couldn't believe what happened.
"Go on, I am listening," Lance urged.
"Lance, I thought he was going to kiss me but he...he bit me!"
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