By the time Icene pulled her Hummer up to the scene, and scrambled out of the vehicle, still in her evening dress, she was fuming. "I hate this. What the hell happened to the night super? It's not my job to be on call twenty-four bloody seven. What about you?"
She slammed the door and moved towards the scene. If she had to, she had a spare set of clothes in the back, but she wanted to get a look at the scene first.