He wiped what he thought was sweat from his eyes and his hand came away red. He was bleeding, a head wound. Blood poured down his face from a gash that looked like his forehead had grown a vagina and it was that time of the month. Instead of fear, he felt anger. “That sonovabitch pulled out right in front of me!”He opened the car door and staggered out of his vehicle, almost stepping out into traffic. It wouldn’t have mattered; traffic was at a standstill. The police cruiser was smashed. The bumper was completely crushed, and the hood had folded up like an accordion. The big, black Yukon that had crashed into him didn’t look too bad except for the bumper, which was hanging off, and the huge dent in the hatch. The guy behind the wheel, however, wasn’t moving.Angel rolled his eyes. Oh, great. He’s probably going to try to sue me. And because I rear-ended him, he’ll probably win. Fuck my life.But as he got closer and noticed the man’s bleeding head tilted at an odd angle, he was pretty sure the guy was dead.Damn.He flagged down the ambulance that was racing up behind him.
