"Lindsay, how'd you get that bruise?" Danny said, pointing to a black and blue splotch of skin poking out from her sleeve.
Lindsay tugged her sleeve down to cover her upper arm and shrugged, "Oh, I don't know," she lied rather badly, "It just appeared one day. Weird how those things happen."
"Seriously, Montana, that looks like a pretty bad bruise," he lifted up her sleeve to take a better look.
"I'm fine, Danny," she snapped, pushing his hand off of her arm. "Really."
"Ok, ok," Danny muttered, "Whatever you say."
Lindsay sighed with relief as Danny left the room. If he had seen the full extent of the bruising, being the smart guy that he is, he probably would have figured out Lindsay's secret. And if Danny had figured it out – being the cop that he was – he would've insisted that she get medical attention, and tell the police. If that happened, Vince would definitely kill her.
A/N K, I know its VEERY short, but it's just a prologue...Chapter one will be up very shortly.