The whole ghastly scene unnerved him. The lights on the vehicles were still blazing, but other than that, it was deathly quiet. Hades whinnied his nervousness. The scent of gasoline permeated the air, and even an idiot would realize this bad situation could get much worse if that grass fire met the leaking gasoline. A dog barked from inside Caroline's SUV as he approached. He jerked open the door and found her slumped to the side, her seatbelt the only thing holding her in the driver's seat. The front windshield had been shattered, and she had a stream of blood trailing from a gash on her forehead, over her eye, and down her cheek. In the backseat was little Emma still buckled in her car seat, staring at him with tear-stained, shocked eyes. Their black Border Collie stood watch next to her, growling at Luke. "It's okay, boy," Luke said to the dog. "Good God," Lily said as she leaned over his shoulder. "Not Caroline and Emma. Where's the baby?" Emma's bottom lip started to quiver and fresh tears pooled in her eyes. "It's okay, sweetie," he said to Emma. "I'll get you out of there." He opened the back door and released the latch on her toddler seat.
