With a grunt Officer Carlin handed Spencer a set of keys.  She took it and unhooked one single small silver key and handed it to Glen through the bars.  Soon I was unlocked.  I could now look at my hand through the darkness.  I couldn’t see so I just applied pressure.  

A black mustang pulled up behind us.  It trailed for a few minutes before taking a turn onto an unknown street.  I had an uneasy feeling about it but I didn’t give it much thought once the mustang turned down an opposite road.  

The cruiser pulled into a small parking lot with a few other police cars.  Some of the party kids were being unloaded, as well.  The building was a long white one story structure.  We filed out of the car and padded after officer Carlin.  I felt more like a kindergartener on recess detention.

The bright florescent light of the building took some time to get used to.  I blinked my eyes a few times, not wanting to rub them.  Infection in my hand was one thing.  My eyes, another.

“I’m going to talk with a few people.  Can I trust you guys to go sit in that corner and not cause any more trouble?”  Officer Carlin asked in a gruff voice.  I nodded my head and followed everyone to the chairs in the corner.

“Dad!”  Spencer called out as we were all sitting down.  He nodded in her direction and they met each other half way.

She mumbled something into his ear and he nodded.  A few seconds passed and another younger officer came over to her.  She was given a white box before returning.

Shyly the blonde walked over to me and sat down.  I stared at her while she played with what I now knew as the first aid box.  Her fingers tapped the plastic surface anxiously.  I didn’t take my eyes away.  And eventually she faced me again.

“Why?”  I asked simply.  She knew what I meant.  I wanted to know why she left with some random guy.  I wanted to know why she acted so stupid.

“L-let me clean your cut.”  Spencer said trying to distract me.  As appealing as that idea seemed I shook my head and stared at her right in the eyes.