“What did Mr Cairns say?”
I held Bud, sensing his desperation as I asked this.
“He listened, immediately barking orders to his team. Before he disconnected, he told me that a local police car was already close by.”
“What did he tell them?”
“He told them that it was an anonymous caller. As you called his personal smartphone, they won’t check.”
We sat in silence as buses and passengers came and went, not in the mood for a change of location. Then Mr Cairns called. “Where are you?”
A little later he picked us up, his face not giving anything away. He didn’t drive to the station, he brought us home instead.
Mrs Cairns already expected us, coffee and other delicacies were waiting on her kitchen table.
“Hands!” This order was also directed at her husband. We obeyed.
Cleaned and refreshed we gathered around the table. Mr Cairns cleared his throat.
“We pulled out the car, inside a young couple and their 4-year-old daughter. The paramedics could revive the little girl. They expect her to fully recover.”
What a relief. Bud sighed audibly.
“The parents didn’t make it. Year-long drug abuse affected their constitution way too much. They were only 20!”