Anabel hammered her fist against the window until her fist came right through, making a hole into the thick glass. With a loud pash, shards of glass scattered in the car; the loud sound sentenced Oliver and Elias to silence.
"Open the door," Anabel told him, her voice laced with irritation. She withdrew her fist painted red with her blood and decorated with shards of glass wedged into her skin.
Without saying anything, Oliver unlocked the door and Anabel smiled sweetly at the onlookers before entering the black, darkly tinted car.
The police officer's face flushed and while in a slight daze he offered her a small wave. One of the female officers hit him on the back of the head, "Snap out of it, you idiot! That's Anabel Stone."
Oliver's car tires skidded on the asphalt as he quickly drove away, but the police were already on their tail. "Thanks for drawing all the attention to us, Anabel," Elias commented.
