She ran down to her hiding spot from where she could peer at the group without being seen. She held her breath in tightly so that no one could hear her.
She felt as if she were hyperventilating. But she was actually slow and steady. There was nothing that she loved more than finding out the truth and being a sleuth. Life these days, always seemed like it was lifting a page out of CSI. And, she wanted to know where the bodies were buried. And, she will.
Everything here is a bloodsport and knowledge of any wrongdoing was power. She needed power. She needed a shield especially against those who appeared to be teflon.
There will be blood and she shall spill it.