I never told my arrogant son-in-law I was a retired Federal Prosecutor. At 5 a.m. on Thanksgiving morning, he called: “Pick up your daughter at the bus terminal”.

I stated clearly to the dispatcher. “I am at the central Greyhound terminal. I have a female victim in critical condition, suffering from massive blunt force trauma and internal bleeding. I need an advanced life support ambulance dispatched immediately.”

I paused, my eyes locking onto the dark, icy road leading back toward the affluent suburbs.

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