Bemused, Neveah watched as the man drove away, seemingly entirely unconcerned with the fact that he had left the scene of the crime with at the very least one witness who could identify him. The man was cocky. Or perhaps just very, very foolish. She wasn't sure which one it was. She was more inclined to believe the latter – he had virtually admitted to her that he had indeed been the culprit behind the chaos.

The man was odd indeed. 

Still, what jarred her the most, had been his closing words. His warning that her father would be mad. And would continue to be for the next few weeks, as he had the intention to ruin the man's life. 
Much as part of her wanted to see it happen, she knew the wiser step to take would be to testify to the police. To give a detailed description of the man responsible for the chaos. 

If she didn't get him turned in, she knew she would be in trouble. 

She didn't know what the man had done, or why he had done it. She didn't know what it was that he was planning to do. All that she knew, was that her stepfather had a vile temper, and any sabotage towards him, would eventually land on her. And much as the man had suggested she'd run or hide, the fact was that she couldn't. It wasn't that easy. It never had been. 

She had tried.  

It always ended badly. 
 
So why didn't she contact the police?