We had lost the scent of the car. After we landed, I had a patrol unit pick me up. We started to comb the areas nearby.
And that’s when I saw it. The pink sedan was wrecked on the side of the road.
I jumped out of the cruiser and ran toward the crash scene. Gun-drawn, I had hoped that the person would be knocked out from the collision (Not dead, though...I had some questions).
As I got closer, I saw the car was empty.
Dammit!
Just as I started my internal monologue of self-loathing, I heard something.
“Help, help!”
It was muffled but close by.
Then I realized: There was someone in the trunk.