Icene had been at home. In the bath. Now here she was in working clothes, still damp hair caught up in a twist at the back of her head, arriving at a crime scene she had hoped wouldn't happen again.
She pulled the hummer up and hopped out, boots thumping onto the road. Yeah, she was kind of pissed off. Another kid, although hopefully this one might survive. With a grimace she headed for the officers who looked like they were in charge of the scene. "Hey guys, what have we got here then?"