Nowhere.

"Where are we going?"

I couldn't help but ask as I glanced around at the all too familiar city outskirts, away from town and the police station at least. It's been an hour since we left David's mansion. I didn't even see his Mustang Shelby trail behind us. "This is not the way to the station"

"Collete! " the female policewoman who sat beside me, smoking swatted my arm in annoyance. A deep red mark slowly forced as I winced. This doesn't equal the pain you'll get in jail.

But there is no jail or any renowned station around here that I know of. And even the police officers didn't in any way seem like the ones I've seen before. They didn't even look like noble citizens because of the way they smoked and drank currently. An old song I'll never even bother knowing seeps out slowly from the car's battered stereo, increasing the choking fits I was having due to all the smoke.