Tori said softly, with a slight nervous quiver. “He just came up behind me and…flipped.” Before I could respond, the sound of screeching tires once again cut through the park. Tori and I both looked around quickly, expecting to see a crazed Gary behind the wheel of his pickup, headed our way. Instead we saw a silver sedan speeding out of a side street and skidding onto the main road as it turned toward town. The driver gunned the engine and picked up speed, going way too fast for the quiet lane. Behind the car a black Humvee sped out of the same street, in pursuit. “Now what?” was all I could say. The silver sedan continued to accelerate, but didn’t get far. An ambulance with a SYLO logo on each side turned onto the street in front of it and sped toward a head-on collision. The two vehicles had the sedan boxed into a three-way game of chicken. Tori and I could only watch and brace ourselves for what was sure to be a horrific crash. The driver of the sedan bailed. He turned hard, bounced over the curb and onto the grass of the park.
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