Some motorists were impatient, downright pissed-off at the delay, and some were philosophical—one family was watching a DVD in their big, new SUV, windows rolled up and air conditioning on. Despite the heat and the wind, a number of people were standing in the road, straining to see the wreck, which was still smoking. “What happened up there?” asked a guy wearing a T-shirt emblazoned with an eagle head and the words PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN. “Car accident. We’re close to clearing the road, shouldn’t be long.” That wasn’t strictly true. It would be a while. The tow truck was waiting to remove the wreck of the Corvette, which had been reduced to a twisted black, wheelless hulk. But the other vehicle, which had escaped the fire, was dead center in the roadway and they were waiting for the Jaws of Life to extricate the driver. “What happened? Did anyone get killed?” “I don’t have that information at this time, sir.” But of course he did. The driver of the Corvette was toast.
What do You think about The Laura Cardinal Novels?
