She wanted to run away, to get as far from there as possible. The sunlit terraces of red brick Victorian houses, once so welcoming, now crowded in on her. Just as her colleagues, the first officers on the scene, had crowded around her, until she had stepped back, turning away so she didn't have to watch. Behind her, she knew, Phil was being declared dead at the scene of the incident, covered up, and then lifted into the waiting ambulance. Beyond that, the stolen Rover that had struck him rested a wheel against the kerb, its engine finally switched off, its driver's door hanging open from when Phil's assailant had fled the scene.
She couldn't I can't run away, Linda thought as she walked around the edge of the crowd, making her way reluctantly back towards the police station.
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