Under the moonlight she spotted the two cars. One a police vehicle as she had seen, the other an old blue Ford. Neither was abandoned.
The two had come together. The damage to the bodywork was obvious from here. Both vehicles had managed to finish upright although it seemed they must have left the pass earlier that evening. Both drivers were out cold. The time of the crash would significantly affect the chances of their survival. Cybil had seen nothing as she approached the mountain. She could only guess that the accident occurred some time ago.
Deciding to approach the squad car first, she flicked on her flashlight and illuminated the officer behind the wheel. They did not stir. The door on the near side had a huge dent near the wheel arch. The windscreen was cracked and the light bar was smashed to bits. The cruiser had obviously rolled several times. The Ford had sustained similar damages. Its engine was still running and one undamaged headlight maintained a weak beam.
She gently pulled the driver side door on the squad car and jumped back as it crashed into the earth. The officer did not appear to be breathing. He was…that face…Thomas…her good friend Thomas. There was no pulse. She wondered if she could revive him. In all probability he had been dead for over an hour.
The woman in the Ford began to moan and choke. There was no time to grieve.
