Bennett and Ruby reeled around and then just as quickly faced front. “Lisa,” Bennett said. “We need to go.”

“Okey dokey,” Lisa said, tapping on the screen on her dashboard. “GPS armed and waiting for further instructions. Now…where do you want to go? I’m a little hungry. You guys hungry? I’m not sure anything is open, though, so—”

“Lisa, please just drive,” Bennett said, casting a hasty look over her shoulder at the rapidly approaching legion of blood-thirsty ghouls. “We can figure that out once we’re moving.”

“But I can’t type in the address if—”

“Lisa,” Bennett said sternly. “Hit—the—gas.”

A split second later, Bennett and Ruby were thrown back in their seats when Lisa pressed the accelerator to the floor.

***

A few miles down the road, Lisa cast a fleeting look at Bennett. “So, what’s with all the blood, or does your ginger like it kinky? Not that I’m judging, mind you. Who am I to judge—right? What you two do in the privacy of your boudoir is no business of mine. No siree, Bob. No judgment here.”

An oncoming car began flashing its high beams as it approached and then laid on the horn as it whizzed past.

“What the frick is wrong with him?” Lisa said, checking her side view mirror. “Moron.”

Bennett pressed her lips together for a moment. “I believe…um…I believe he was just trying to tell you that you’re driving without lights. It’ll probably draw less attention if you turn them on.”

“Oh, is that all” Lisa said, flipping on the lights. “Oh, my God. I almost forgot. You wanna see something super cool?” Lisa slid her glasses to the tip of her nose and began looking over them and then through them like she was bobbing for apples. “I can see perfectly with or without them. How off the hook is that?”

“Then why are you wearing them?”

“Are you kidding me?” Lisa said, shooting Bennett a look. “I flipping rock in glasses.”

Ruby tried and failed to suppress her amusement, and Lisa glanced in the rearview mirror. “What?”

“Oh, nothing,” Ruby said with a wave of her hand. “Don’t mind me. Pretend I’m not even here.”

“Not a problem,” Lisa said, returning her eyes to the road. “I wasn’t looking for you, anyway.”

“Which reminds me,” Bennett said, shifting in her seat. “How in the hell did you find us?”

“Because I’m a super-duper-smart cutie patootie, that’s how,” Lisa said, raising her chin. “Like I said, when I woke up, I was one gooey mess. I had to take two, count them two showers because—”

“You saw blood on the towel. You told us that.”

Lisa pursed her lips. “I was recapping.”

“My apologies,” Bennett said, dipping her head. “By all means, continue.”