Eyes watched the rearview mirror, until the squad cars faded into distance, then disappeared after turns. Long fingers gripped the steering wheel, hard enough to sink into the rotted and stained vinyl and plastic which had been sun-bleached of their original color a decade ago.
As pavement droned, the thump thump of tires over seams began to match heart beats, slowing from the quickened pace of minutes ago.
"July?"
Blink. See it. That tableau? Two men, on the ground.
"What, uh, what happened. Back there."
Eyes moved back up to the mirror, this time to find the other Guardian. Don't just See it, Hear it.
Because Pop pop, boom, pop pop.