Suddenly, Penny’s gaze riveted on the rear license plate of the smashed car. In horror she read the number—P-619-10.
“Dad’s car!” she whispered. “He’s been hurt!”
CHAPTER
6
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Never in her life had Penny been more frightened. Breaking away from the group of people at the curb, she ran to the parked ambulance. A glance into the interior assured her that Mr. Parker had not been placed inside on a stretcher.
“Where is he?” she asked wildly. “Where’s my father?”
A white-garbed ambulance attendant turned to stare at her.
“That’s my father’s car!” Penny cried, pointing to the battered sedan. “Tell me, was he badly hurt?”
The attendant tried to be kind. “We don’t know, Miss. Someone put in a call for us. Said we were to pick up an injured man. Evidently he was taken to a hospital before we could get here.”
“That’s what happened,” contributed a small boy who stood close by. “A woman drove by in an auto. She offered to take the man to the hospital and he went with her.”
“A tall, lean man in a gray suit?” Penny asked quickly.