Lilian got down from the car with her colleague, George Davidson, and they walked toward the crowd of media who were already gathered, fighting to show the world what happened without even waiting for the police to speak.
She folded her arms as they went on talking and guessing what happened, even though none of them knew anything. They were interrupting the investigation, touching the car and blocking the view. The car looked familiar and it made her uneasy.
Her breath caught when her eyes moved to the plate number. It belonged to her dear friend. Her heart sank. They had forgotten to tell the insurance company to fix whatever was wrong with it.
The medical team was already on ground, working with the police to understand what happened and come up with a clear report.
"They found two bodies," George said when he returned with the information from his juniors.
