Murph thought back to the chaos that was happening at the Sherrif's Department and scowled. Of course, that was her natural expression most of the time, but Allison had a point. That magic stump was spitting people out like a broken change machine.
"Sooner or later that tree is going to spit out people who are less than understanding," she muttered. Her eyes went across the table. Allison was a kid. She shouldn't have this kind of life. Murphy studied her for a moment then sighed. The fact was Allison wasn't her kid, and chances were her dad knew some of what she was messed up in at least. Besides, Allison was being helpful and Murph couldn't lose that.