"Miss or Mrs?" he asked as he pulled a blanket from the ambulance and wrapped it around her wet shoulders.
"Oh, Miss," she replied, eyes still locked on the road. A chill crept up her spine.
A second man's voice interupted them and Gabriella glanced around to see the African-American man approaching.
"Dr Lukes," he called out, seriously. "We need to question the young woman."
"I'm afraid any questions will have to wait until tomorrow, Detective Anderson. My patient needs to be in a hospital, I'm sure you understand that."
Gabriella's attention wandered away from the two men and back to the road. A sudden glinting on the asphalt caught her eye and she squinted through the rainy darkness. What was that?
Breaking away from Dr Lukes, she walked over to the shiny object and bent down to pick it up. Her eyes widened.
The shadow had been real. And he'd left something behind.
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