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The number of people that responded to the site was staggering. Apart from the many police cruisers, there were at least five Sheriff’s Office cars, the black tactical unit van, three ambulances and even a fire truck. There were so many that some had to park amid the trees. Even if Lynn wanted to leave, her own car was so jammed in she had no hope of getting it out before the site cleared.
Not that the paramedics were letting her leave. They were throwing the word concussion around and mentioning an overnight stay at the hospital. She’d told them her skull was pretty thick, but they weren’t happy with that answer.
She was sitting in the back of an ambulance, wrapped in two blankets, an ice pack attached to the back of her head with gauze wrapped around it.
All the flashing lights, r
