Whirlwind stood as still as a scarecrow. His eyes were glazed over. "Crystal, drinking is only going to make things worse. Just come with me, we'll fix this." Should he call for backup? Should he call his mom and dad? No. He was an adult. He had his own restaurant. He was looking for his own apartment. He had a girlfriend who he was planning to spend the rest of his life with...He could take care of himself.

"Too bad supernatural evidence isn't upheld in court." Waiola shot back at Juliettee, her eyebrows narrowing. "And if you really think I'm lying, hook me up to a lie detector." She challenged. Waiola had to protect Crystal. Killing Rick was Waiola's idea. If anything, Crystal was accessory to murder. If they tried to convict her girlfriend, only then would she make up some random bullshit about how she had forced Crystal to do it. "So if you idiots won't take me in, I'll let the [i]real cops[/i] do it."