The memory of the incident still shook her.
That black sedan drove directly towards her, an unmistakable attempt on her life.
Who could be behind this, and why?
If Lyndon hadnât been there, she might have been dead by now.
Interrupting her thoughts, a police officer approached, flashing his badge.
âDid you call us? Weâll need to take your statement.
â
Rosalynn recounted the distressing events to the officer.
The officer jotted down notes before inquiring, âDid you catch a glimpse of the carâs license plate?â
âNo.
â
âAnd are you acquainted with the driver?â
âIâm not, no,â Rosalynn responded.
Pondering for a moment, she added, âHowever, I am positioned well for surveillance.
Itâs possible we might locate the vehicle.
â
The officer closed his notebook with a snap.
âUnderstood.
We will reach out to you.
â
âThank you,â she expressed her gratitude.
Watching the officer depart, Rosalynn stood in the silent hallway, wrapping her arms around herself.
Just then, her phone broke the silence, displaying Keeganâs name.
Inhaling deeply, she answered, âKeegan!â
âI wanted to inform you that the construction crew will be arriving tonight to commence work tomorrow.
â Keeganâs voice came through.
âUnderstood, Iâm aware,â she acknowledged.
As an urgent case was rushed into the emergency room, Rosalynn stepped aside.
âRosalynn, where are you? It sounds like youâre with paramedics.
â
Keeganâs voice was laced with bewilderment.
After a brief pause, Rosalynn chose honesty.
âIâm at the hospital.
â