She steps forward, toward the driver’s side of the cop car, from where the
voice seems to be coming. Two steps closer to the flaring lights and she has to 
turn her head aside. Two steps more and she swings her elbows in front of her 
face. The pain in her eyes has them full of water. She trips and almost falls. 
The instant she’s beyond the front of the car, the pain is gone. But it’s like
stepping from the surface of the sun straight into the bottom of a mine shaft. 
For an instant, she’s almost blind. Red and blue orbs dash through a world of
inky shadows. A large hand catches her right shoulder and thrusts her against 
the fender of the car.