"Perhaps a professional job that wasn't aimed at you," Philip suggests, although he truly doesn't know anything more than what Reid does. But from what he does know, he has a feeling Reid is right. Whoever was driving that truck knew how to keep themselves to the shadows, they knew how to be, more or less, a ghost, which is a talent Philip can admire. But if it was a hit, he doubts very much Reid and the officer in the car with him at the time were the targets.

Reports had made mention of another car fleeing the scene and Philip has wondered if perhaps Reid and the officer were chasing someone else. And if that person, assuming they were a criminal, could very well have been the target of some kind of professional hit. There are certain people in this city who don't take kindly to that kind of behaviour and might take it upon themselves to assist the police.

He's lucky he hasn't run into someone like that himself. Not yet.

"You can be grateful for your good fortune without losing that need to know," he answers with a shrug. "I would want to know. It's especially interesting that they called your husband first. I'd ask if you're friends with any of the superhero types around this place, but I feel like they'd sooner pick up a truck than drive one into you."