He watched as Brooklyn went to see Harper again. The door was opened by a thin blond woman with long dreadlocks. He snapped off a few photos. This must be the new lady in Harper's life. He thought. Wow. Looks like she's slumming it now. He got some photos of the exchange with Brooklyn and then the conversation between her and Harper. It didn't look like things went well. Ahh its a shame that I can't hear what's going on. He cursed. Love to be a fly on that wall.

He watched as Brooklyn jumped into her Jeep and zoom off down the street. She seemed to be a little unsteady behind the wheel, swerving from side to side slightly. As he followed Brooklyn from a distance, he saw a sedan careen into the Jeep out of what seemed like nowhere. It was like she never saw it coming. The car hit the Jeep in the back quarter panel and sent it spinning through the intersection before it hit a traffic light post.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed as he pulled his sedan to a stop on the side of the road. He sat for a moment debating on whether or not to get involved. He saw other people get out of their cars and start to go over to check how everyone was. The driver of the sedan got out of his car, dazed and confused. Another person was on the phone calling the police and ambulance. He lifted his camera and shot off a few of photos, then decided to see if Brooklyn survived the accident.

He slowly approached the Jeep, seeing the crushed in panels and dented hood from where it had hit the post. The front seat was covered in glass and the windshield was shattered. Brooklyn was sitting in the driver's seat with blood trickling down her face from a gash on her head.

She must have hit the side of the car pretty damned hard. He observed as he opened the door and checked her pulse. It was weak but steady. He didn't want to move her in case she had some kind of neck or back injury. In the distance, he heard the wail of the approaching sirens and decided to go back to his car and watch the rest of the scene unfold. He quickly looked around the backseat and saw the tracker that she'd thrown in there lying on the floor. He leant in, discreetly grabbing it and put it in his pocket surreptitiously. He decided it would probably best not to seen being too close to the accident, preferring to fly under the radar when it came to the authorities.