Donning my fedora I hurry down the steps from the Taraldsen residence and move towards my car on the curb, squinting into the late-afternoon California sun. I'm uncertain about Lars's explanation for his actions before his wife's murder, but figure any misgivings can wait until I see if his alibi checks out. Maybe I should have a patrolman sit on the house until then to make sure he doesn't split. Just work the evidence Phelps, n-.
Lost in thought I don't see the Cadillac and the driver doesn't see me. As I reach for the drivers-side door handle it sideswipes me from behind pinning my left arm in front of me and my right behind, shattering both wrists and numerous small bones. Grunting in pain and surprise I struggle only to find I'm completely trapped. The driver - stunned by what is happening - fails to stop, letting his car roll inexorably forward crushing and rolling me further between the two vehicles.
The horrible keening sound is me and my partner Galloway is gaping at me from the passenger seat as my ribs break and I feel something pop inside me with a hot bloom of pain. My head is swimming and I'm still letting out that strangled scream as my whole world fades to grey.
L.A. Noire - A friggin' NPC crushed me up against the side of my parked car as I went to get in.