Chapter Two
Dead-end.
I dropped my speed at once. The police cars ahead shuddered to a dead stop.
Veering over, my old Toyota screeched to a halt, nearly tearing the fender off the car in front. I grabbed my camera from the glove box and stepped out. No need to bother trying to blend in. I sprinted to the flashing lights—time was against me. Horns blared into the night. Even before I neared the police cars, I knew what had happened.
The stink of burning rubber stung my nostrils. The still spring air carried the sense of loss, disappointment, and shock.
If I’d only been quicker.
The uniformed cops were out of their cars and rushing forward. One used a shoulder-harnessed radio to call for an ambulance and to notify his superiors.
I stopped at their cars and took in the scene.
Christi
