Chapter 142

She gave her name and license to the police and answered their questions. Abby was taken by a paramedic and examined but then handed back to Becky with a clean bill of health. Another paramedic sealed a cut on her head with a butterfly strip and checked her eyes for a concussion but determined she was fine and told her to call a doctor if she felt any headaches or nausea during the night. Tow trucks were called, and the wrecks were removed and then the traffic was moving again. “Can we call someone for you miss?” one of the police constables asked, and she shook her head and smiled at him. “No, it’s okay. I’ll just catch a bus home.” The constable looked at her strangely before saying, “Are you sure?” She nodded, “Positive.” “Okay, well, we’ll be in touch.” He tipped his hat to her and walked over to his patrol car, sliding in and driving away. By now it had started to rain again. It wasn’t heavy - just a light mist - but it was just enough to make her life miserable. Maybe she should