It was supposed to be a typical traffic assist—just a minor fender bender at the light, nothing serious. I had already started thinking about lunch, weighing the option of hitting the food truck or settling for yet another soggy sandwich in the cruiser. Then I heard it.
A scream. Not the frustrated, cursing-at-someone type. No—this was sharp, desperate, and deep. …
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