What happened next was a whirlwind, so fast it caught everyone completely off guard.
In the blink of an eye, a dozen or so police cars arrived, sirens wailing, and surrounded the crash site. A crowd of onlookers seemed to pop up out of nowhere, gathering on the nearby streets. Even the windows of the surrounding buildings opened, revealing rows of blurry faces peering out.
'Did they have to be so efficient?'
'If only they'd given me two minutes to ask that purple-haired woman about the Family Factions.'
Having lived for over eighty years, this was the first time Mai Mingle found herself complaining that the police had arrived too quickly. Seeing the purple-haired woman surrounded by officers, she knew she couldn't ask her questions, but she wasn't willing to leave. Unexpectedly, after a brief exchange with the woman, several officers holstered their guns.
"The ambulance is almost here," one of the officers asked. "Can you stand up?"
