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[color=indianred]"Thanks, Dave,"[/color] she muttered to herself, feeling a mix of relief and lingering doubt. She quickly replied, [color=indianred]"Appreciate it, just make sure, okay? Better safe than sorry." [/color]She pocketed her phone, glancing back towards the dispersing crowd and the now-empty scene. The thought of a body bag moving on its own was unsettling, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. For now, she had to trust that Dave would handle it.

Becker took a deep breath, deciding to head back to the ambulance bay and prepare for the next call. At this point the police had everything under control, she started walking back to her ambulance, which was parked a few blocks away. As she walked, she tried to shake off the lingering unease from the woman's bizarre claim. Maybe it was just nerves getting to her after such a chaotic day.