Turner had just stepped out of the SUV when he heard the crunch of metal. He and Eugent both turned in time to see one of the vehicles involved spin to a stop near the sidewalk. He took off, next to Eugent.
People were already running. Turner reached the door of the large Ford truck first. He looked inside. A man around Turner’s age looked back at him.
Turner grabbed the door handle. The guy was hurt, but he was moving.
“We have fire here!” a voice yelled behind him. He thought it was Eugent. “We need to get the injured out.”
“I’ll tell the ER that there are people coming!” someone in scrubs said. Turner barely looked at him.
His attention was focused on the man in front of him. “Can you feel your legs?”
Turner wasn’t a damned doctor. The entire building behind him was full of those who would be a thousand times better equipped to do what needed done here. But the guy wrapped his hand around Turner’s.
“I think so. I hit my head.”
The man looked extremely familiar, but Turner couldn’t remember where he’d met him before.
“We’re going to get you out of there and inside, where you can get help.”
“Yeah. The other guy? What happened to him?”
“I don’t know.” Turner helped him slide out of the truck.
For a moment, he thought the guy was going to be steady enough to make his own way to the ER.
Until the guy lurched into Turner’s arms.
Turner looked up as personnel from the hospital came running. “Can I get help here?”
The same paramedic who’d pulled Annie from the rubble the day of the storm was there. “We’ll take it from here, Mayor Barratt. You just get around everywhere, don’t you?”
“It’s starting to feel like that.”
Turner stayed back while they loaded the man onto a stretcher, then he looked for Eugent.
He found the officer near the beat-up Pontiac the other driver had been in. “The second driver?”
Eugent shook his head. “Guy took off seconds after it happened. Not the first time that’s happened in this parking lot. There was one a few months ago with two female doctors, I think.”
Turner nodded. He remembered that.
Nikkie Jean Netorre and a friend of hers, he thought Caine had told him before.
“Still, we’ll find the guy responsible. Eventually.”
Turner nodded, turning his mind back to what he had to do once he was inside the hospital.