<strong>Piledriver Lane</strong><br/><br/>"Ten minutes!" Lorraine's jaw clenched and she shot a look at the young man, mouthing a question. "My name?! We're dealing with a burning building and a wounded woman! Just... hurry." She broke the connection and closed her phone, stuffing it into her jeans pocket. At least they had made it from the burning building and Lorraine watched the smoke rise from her safe spot. She thought of Greg, and of the other guy that had run off. Glancing over her shoulder to the one caring for the girl, she couldn't help but admire his courage. After all, he'd stayed and if that girl lived she'd owe it to him. She looked around, vaguely scanning the street. From what she'd read in the newspaper and popular crime scene shows she'd picked up that some criminals liked to stay and watch. She wasn't sure if Greg was that type, but she wasn't willing to take chances.