Wyatt’s frustration had reached its limit an hour ago, but he couldn’t leave the scene of the accident. It felt like the world and everything in it was conspiring against him and Deirdre, who’d expected him for dinner a half an hour ago.
“Excuse me,” he said to his sergeant, and Wyatt stepped away from the witnesses who couldn’t seem to get their story straight. He had his doubts about whether they’d seen anything at this point, and he wasn’t sure why Noel wanted to keep questioning them.
I’m not going to make it, he typed out. I’m so sorry. Turn on the news and you’ll know why.
I’m not going to make it, I’m so sorry. Turn on the news and you’ll know why.“Chief?”
He tapped send quickly and turned back to one of his officers. “Yep.” He moved over to Sandi, who was crouched down in fron
