Chapter 17

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Chapter 17

As soon as she was sure Justin wasn't coming back, Whitney let the trash can clatter to the floor. She leaned back against the wall and slowly slid to the floor. She was shaking all over. Her teeth started to chatter. All but one of the bouncers had followed Esteban out the door. The last one came over to her and squatted down in front of her.

"Are you alright?" He asked gently. Although she wasn't all right at all, she looked up at him and nodded. She let her gaze slide past him to Lisa's body. 

Poor Lisa, she didn't have chance. This was all my fault, she thought, If I hadn't gone out with them Justin never would have come here.

Esteban came back into the room and motioned to Jerry, his fellow bouncer. He left Whitney and stepped over to the door with Esteban.

"This is now a crime scene. The police are trying to get everyone organized so they can find the witnesses. We need to help with crowd control. The paramedics are on their way." Esteban explained. 

"What about her?" Jerry jerked his thumb toward Whitney.

"I'll try and get her out of the bathroom." More than happy to let Esteban deal with a distraught female, Jerry hurried out into the main room. Esteban moved over to Whitney.

"Hey? How are you doing?' Whitney barely looked at him. "Okay stupid question," he conceded. "Look, the police are going to be in here any minute and you need to get your story straight."

Whitney finally looked at him. Esteban smiled, "You need to tell them that Justin surprised you then started freaking out attacking people."

"Well that's kinda what happened." Whitney's expression clouded. Her brain wasn't catching up with the action.

"Good then it will be easy to stick close to the truth, just be sure you don't spill our secret," he warned.

"Secret?" Whitney echoed then suddenly caught on. "Oh. Are you...vamp?"

"Yep" Esteban nodded. Relief flooded through her, she wasn't alone in this. She immediately grabbed for the life line he represented.

"What do I do?" Before he could answer the paramedics came through the door. She shot a look at Esteban.

"Just tell them what I said," he whispered, "I'll try and stay with you for as long as I can."

"K," she whimpered as he helped her off the floor. She followed the paramedic out the door trying not to look at Lisa's body or any of the other victims lying in the hall. 

She was exhausted. She felt like she had been up for days. Her head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. After the paramedics had pronounced her unhurt the police had brought her to the Denver police station to take her statement. True to his word Esteban had come with her. 

One of the officers escorted her to his desk and typed up her personal information then started asking questions. He was trying to get a time line out of her. She wasn't sure if the officer had noticed or not but the more questions he asked the more nervous she felt. She glanced over at Esteban. He was sitting a few desks away answering questions from a different officer. She wished desperately that she could be as cool and calm as he appeared. He was even laughing with the cop.

Whitney wasn't sure how long she sat there until Esteban stopped by the desk.

"How are you holding up?" he stared at her intently.

"I'm still going," she smiled in what she hoped was a reassuring way. Esteban nodded.

"I know that you have been through a tough night, but it is almost dawn, so hopefully you can get out of here soon."

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