For a second, he was torn. He had an instinctive desire to follow her. She had the craziest eyes he’d ever seen.… Gray, but tinged almost with purple, like the bay reflecting the sunset. And that streak of blood across her forehead—it looked like she’d been hurt pretty bad. Poor girl. The woman in the car … he hoped it wasn’t her mom. Christ. She was probably in shock, running blind. But she was already gone, lost in the throng of people that was swelling by the minute. Two police cars with flashing lights screeched to a stop at the intersection. Several people, Luc noticed, were filming the action on their phones. Sick. Maybe he should have tried harder to stop the girl. She might have a serious head injury. She might need help. Luc glanced back at the wreck again, really seeing it this time. The car still hissed like an angry snake and a figure was slumped over the steering wheel. Luc’s stomach lurched. He took several deep breaths, then moved out of the way as a pair of EMTs came running past him.
