Chapter 123 A Muffled Groan

• Violet POV
• “Who are you?” asked the old woman, her face lines becoming more prominent as she narrowed her eyes. It was a surprise that her hand didn’t waver as she pointed the gun at my face. "Did you not see the bold, red signs showing no trespassing?"
• Licking my dry lips, I said, “Hi, I am Violet, a friend of Martha Smith.” I meant to say enemy because that's what I was thinking. But I kept my tone under check because I had to find out about the boys. “She asked me to meet at her house, but this is the address she gave!” Opal was growling inside me because she didn’t like a human challenging her.