“Hmm. I wonder what’s going on over there?”
“Where?”
“See? By the bridge?”
“Oh, yeah. Probably some stalled car.”
“You think?”
“It’s a flashing yellow light: just a tow truck or something, that’s all.”
“Well, now there’s a flashing red light.”
“Where?”
“Coming in from the south side. I can’t tell if it’s an ambulance or a fire truck but, look, it’s stopping at the bridge, too.”
“Probably a fender bender and someone called an ambulance. Pretty standard procedure until you know for certain.”
“I guess. Which means the red and blue lights must be a police car.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“No, really. Look further south. It’s really bookin’.”
“Huh. I wonder what happened?”
“Shoot out with some bad guys?”
“No, the cops would’ve been there first.”
“True.”
“Maybe a jumper?”
“That’s possible but who jumps at night?”
“Someone who doesn’t want to be stopped?”
“Good point.”
“Maybe —”
“One sec. My cell’s ringing.”
“Maybe it’s really serious.”
“Hello?”
“I wonder if it’s someone we know?”
“Uh, honey…. it’s for you.”