Tory held Dave's handkerchief against her bleeding eyebrow. With so much blood, she figured she'd need stitches and have a nasty scar to show for it.
Echoes of the approaching siren and flashing lights announced a police car. The tall man got out of the car with his radio in hand. "What's the EMTs' ETA?" he asked into a two-way radio. A muffled response echoed in the cool breeze, indecipherable to those even a short distance away.
As the officer neared, she recognized him. Michael Carr. Rumor said he had been elected Police Chief last year. He came directly over to Tory with a wrinkled forehead and dark circles under his eyes. She remembered him from high school. He was a few years older than her.
Chief Carr asked, with a little astonishment in his voice, "Victoria Richards? Is that yo
