“I don’t know, officer, every where I went that afternoon, I saw the same little girl. Everywhere I turned, there she was. At the market, the square, the rose gardens, and by the time I got to the church, I must have been going crazy because she was on the ground, smirking and waving at me, then nodding at me to look up. When I looked up, I didn’t know; the sun must have been in my eyes because there she was, and she’d shoved a gargoyle off my head.
“Look, officer, I know what it sounds like. I swear I’m not crazy. There are two of those freaky girls running around with smirks on their faces. They got to be sisters.”
Later on that day:
“Are you sure they were with the nanny all evening?” Officer Harris asked the Bowman brothers.
Daniel Bowman replied, “Of course, I’m sure. My butler watches the doors like a hawk. There’s no way the girls could have gotten out and caused mischief.”
“Besides,” added Dennis Bowman, “aren't you looking for sisters? Our girls may look alike, but they are cousins and aren’t even the same age.”
“This is the third report in this vicinity since you have moved into this neighborhood. If it turns out to be the girls, they will be going to juvenile hall, just so you know,” Officer Harris made his goodbyes and left.
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