Curious as to whom her visitor might be, she opened the door to see the heavy-set police Senior Constable from her accident three weeks earlier. “Miss McDonald,” he quaffed his hat and wiped the perspiration from his brow. Jen nodded. “Nice to see you recovered,” he said. “I’m Senior Constable Sanderson from Emerald Hills Police Station,” he flashed his badge at her. “I remember you, officer, come inside,” she offered. “Obliged,” he said, “It’s a mongrel hot day today.” “Let me get you a glass of cold water,” Jen offered, getting up and heading to the fridge. “Ta,” he said. “This is just a follow up visit to let you know that Dave O’Donnell has admitted that he was tailgating you and that the accident is his responsibility. His insurer will come to the party.” He looked out the window, “That rental car would be setting you back.” “The insurer told me they will reimburse the hire costs when my claim goes through.” “Good and the head injury?
