Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters of Supernatural. They are all Kripke's creation.

Characters thoughts are in italics.

This story is set some time in Season 2.

Thanks to Shannon for her beta work!

Chapter 12

Bobby scanned the hospital parking lot for Shalimar's car. The lot was filled. The older hunter walked around the upper and lower lots until he spotted the dark blue Dodge Neon with tinted windows.

He rapped on the driver's window. "Anyone home?"

No response.

The seasoned hunter jimmied the lock. The sedan was empty.

"Where the hell could she be?"

Shalimar had been sitting in the interrogation room for an hour.

I guess they are trying to make me sweat.

Her gloved fingers tapped on the table as her brown eyes stared at the two way mirror.

They are probably standing back there thinking they'll scare me into some sort of confession. Fat chance that's happening.

The door creaked open. Fitzroy and St. John filed in. St. John, the small in stature detective, sat down in a wooden chair opposite her while the other detective remained standing.

I wonder who's going to be the good cop?

Fitzroy spoke first. "Sorry for the wait. This shouldn't take too long."

The vampire fired back. "I hope not. Spending this much time in a police station isn't my idea of fun."

The older cop leaned forward in his chair. "Why did you return to the woods after the shooting occurred?"

"I wanted to see if any damage had been done to Dean's car."

"How could you tell that at night?" The twenty-something detective inquired.

"I have excellent night vision plus in case you haven't noticed I have a skin condition. Nighttime is the only time I can go outside and feel normal. Besides yesterday was pretty hot. I didn't want to go out in that heat."

"That's understandable." St. John feigned empathy. "But what I don't understand is why you were driving so erratic that night?"

"I noticed someone was following me. I didn't want to end up being a statistic. Body found in the middle of nowhere. So I took action."

Her eyebrows raised. "So you were following me? Why?"

"After Mr. Cooper was shot, we were afraid that you might also be a target."

"I feel so honored that you felt that it was your duty to protect me but I can take care of myself."

The African American woman rose from her chair. "Is this interview almost over?"

"We have one more question." Fitzroy chimed in.

She dropped back into the seat.

"What do you know about two dead bodies that we found in a nearby farmhouse?"

"Two dead bodies?" The young vampire laughed. "Do you guys think I killed them? Yeah, that's me. Murderer for hire."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"I don't know anything about two dead bodies and unless you're going to arrest me for something this interview is over." Shalimar said angrily. She put on her sunglasses, threw open the door and stomped out.