She pressed a button and an alarm klaxon sounded. The volume made everybody jump. On the monitor, a shadow shot past one of the cameras, hitting the ground hard.“What was that?” said Audrey.“With any luck,” said her sister, very complacent, “that was our friend from the roof.”She pointed to another monitor. Sure enough, a man lay on the frozen ground, writhing and clutching his leg. They could not see his face.“We have to help him,” said Audrey.Pamela snickered. “We don’t owe him any help. He’s a trespasser. We wait for the police.” She pointed. “When you sound the alarm, they come automatically.”“We can’t just leave him,” said Audrey. “He’s hurt.”“Maybe we shouldn’t go out there,” said Beck. “Pamela’s right.”The phone rang in the kitchen. The sisters, still arguing, made no move to answer, so Beck picked it up.The alarm company.She started to explain what had happened, but the woman at the other end cut her off and asked for the security code.Beck asked her to hold on, called Pamela.
