187 You Should Stay Away From Trouble
“I'm going to check on her,” I said, pulling the door open when Frade stopped me.
“You don't want to see her like this.” Frade closed the door. “I've called an ambulance. You'd better stay in the car at this time.”
The sound of an ambulance rang out in front, and the passers-by in front of them immediately dispersed to make way for the medical staff. My heart felt like it was being pulled up. Although I don't like Margaret, I never thought she would die.
“Should we follow the ambulance to the hospital?” I looked uneasily ahead as two men in ambulance uniforms prepared to carry the wounded to the ambulance bed.
“No,” said Frade decisively. “The rest will be taken care of. We should get out of here.”
There was an air of evasiveness in his words, and even if Margaret's accident had nothing to do with us, it was hard to imagine what they would have written in the newspaper the next day if we had been caught on camera.
“Hans, go home,” Frade ordered.