Getting the man to the car across the slippery snow hadn’t been difficult, but wrestling him into the back seat took every ounce of Riley’s strength. He was small and trim, but a muscular deadweight is hard to shift and she wished for some help. The cop did not return and Riley decided her best course of action was to get the man to a hospital. She could alert the police from there.
Placing the injured man in the most comfortable position she could manage, she secured the door and turned to survey the darkened horizon. Snow continued to fall, clustering in her hair, but the battering wind had lost some of its bite. Riley hoped it was an indication the storm was letting up. Running around to the driver’s seat, she jumped in and reached to start the engine.
The key was gone.
The shock of
