"What in hell did you think you were doing out there?"
"No, no, this is where you say, oh my God, Sandy, I'm so glad you're alive!"
"Your convertible saved you. I wouldn't have had time to force open a door to get to you. Even then, I had trouble getting your seatbelt off. Your body was pulling against it."
"What can I say?"
"The paramedics got you breathing. They figured you were out less than five minutes. That's very positive according to them. You hit that ditch at high speed and burrowed into the mud. You were lucky."
"Lucky my buddy was right behind me." She reached out, took his hand and squeezed it briefly, before he slowly pulled it away.
"Scared the hell out of me," he said.
"Hey, I run around Philly at night."
"I don't want to hear about reckless in Philadelphia. Not only is Towson's murderer out there, Pirro is gunning for you. You might also want to look over your shoulder now and then for Huress. You're mucking around in the gutter where the slime balls are."
"I don't mind mixing it up with the bad guys. I stay Teflon clean. Always been that way."
"You're not only cocky, you're reckless. I hope you never meet your match. You know, often the bad guys win. In fact, if you look at the numbers the bad guys usually win. And if they're caught, they don't always get convicted."
"So, I have better odds being the criminal than the victim. You cops should shoot more of them before they get to trial."
"I don't like sick jokes."
"No joke. I'm not saying shoot all of them, just more of them."
"Sounds like you're back to your feisty self."
"Not so bad right now. All night they had me strapped to a board and wouldn't let me move my head or anything until they examined all the pictures. Stiff and sore here and there. They say I have bruises from the seatbelt in some strange places. I'm getting away with just this cut on my forehead...and the legs I guess.
"I asked the doctor about your legs. He couldn't tell me much. What did he tell you?"
"Said just wait. They still feel numb." She wanted to change the subject. "Have you seen my car?"
"Yes, I put the pieces in an envelope. You can mail it to your insurance company."
"That bad, huh? Guess I'll be on foot until I get a new one."
"Anything else you need?"
"I don't want to bother you, it's not police business."
"Name it."
"I need a new phone. Mine is soaking in Florida swamp mud somewhere. I'm lost without it"