Traffic in the other direction had slowed to a crawl. There had been a wreck, and the flashing red and blue of the police cars could be seen nearly a mile off. A van and a sedan were tangled around each other, and neither vehicle looked very well off. The ambulance didn't have the sirens on, and there was no pressured rush to the movement of the emergency workers, which wasn't a good sign for the status of those in the crash.
She was far enough that she couldn't hear the police cars, but Belle was still hypervigilant, as her doctor might have said. She watched the cars nervously, trying to stay far enough back. Her gray sweatshirt wasn't exactly camouflage, though, especially in the afternoon heat. She was hurt from the accident; her arm was injured and there was a cut on her forehead. She was hardly well-hidden, but no one seemed to be stopping to check on the girl.
All she wanted now was to put as much distance between herself and the police cars as possible. She was so tempted to run, but that Bill had told her to wait. He would have a car, which would be faster than walking. He could get her away, if she trusted him. She wanted to, but it was so hard. What if he was just pretending to believe her? She saw one car slowing, but she couldn't be sure... What if it was someone from the hospital? She crouched down, watching the car.