She'd seen plenty of crashes, but none as violent as this one. And Dell was right in the middle of it. Her stomach lurched and her lungs ceased as the mass of twisted, grinding metal encased in smoke, sparks, and the occasional flame careened around turn four and came to an eerily silent stop on the grass buffer between the track and pit road. “Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she chanted. “Dell,” she shouted into the microphone. “Dell!” Russell put a hand on her arm, momentarily drawing her attention away from the horrific scene on the track. “Give him a minute, Caro. He'll be okay, you'll see.” No, she didn't see. Emergency crews were on the scene almost before the mass of metal came to a complete stop, but it did nothing to ease her anxiety. A cloud of smoke obscured her vision. A lone figure emerged in a clear spot, only to be swallowed up again by the smoke. Caro's heart skipped a beat. She realized the man swaggering out of the acrid mist wasn't Dell and her heart stopped completely.
