He lets out a breath as everything slows down, the sirens in his head replaced by the sirens on the road: black and whites with revolving lights on the hoods screeching in, kicking up a dust cloud that floats around the heads of the astonished passersby.
He lifts a hand to the sergeant who gets out of the lead car, but doesn't go over to speak to them; not yet. Steve's stalking that way, looking like he could spit bullets, and Danny can hear the low hum of voices start while he goes the other way.
Towards the car. Towards Doran's body, and the woman still cowering near it, eyes wide with shock, face white. He lifts a hand to keep her from moving, gives her a look that's not unkind, and takes a second to crouch by the body. Doran's gone, dead as a doornail, bleeding out into a puddle in the sand and ruined glass, and Danny takes just long enough to kick the gun away from his dead hand before he's reaching for the woman, murmuring comfort and quiet words. The hand she puts in his is trembling and cold, but she lets him lead her away from the car, though she glances back to look at her spilled groceries, the open door and ruined window.
"We'll pay for that," Danny tells her, smiling, and she gives a shaky laugh, while he looks over her shoulder, snaps for the EMTs in the ambulance that's just pulling up now. "Hey, just relax, okay? You're safe, we're gonna take care of you."
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Date: 2014-01-19 01:59 am (UTC)He lifts a hand to the sergeant who gets out of the lead car, but doesn't go over to speak to them; not yet. Steve's stalking that way, looking like he could spit bullets, and Danny can hear the low hum of voices start while he goes the other way.
Towards the car. Towards Doran's body, and the woman still cowering near it, eyes wide with shock, face white. He lifts a hand to keep her from moving, gives her a look that's not unkind, and takes a second to crouch by the body. Doran's gone, dead as a doornail, bleeding out into a puddle in the sand and ruined glass, and Danny takes just long enough to kick the gun away from his dead hand before he's reaching for the woman, murmuring comfort and quiet words. The hand she puts in his is trembling and cold, but she lets him lead her away from the car, though she glances back to look at her spilled groceries, the open door and ruined window.
"We'll pay for that," Danny tells her, smiling, and she gives a shaky laugh, while he looks over her shoulder, snaps for the EMTs in the ambulance that's just pulling up now. "Hey, just relax, okay? You're safe, we're gonna take care of you."