Burn marks on the asphalt. Flashing lights. A fleet of emergency vehicles, and a semi parked diagonally across two lanes. Reginald couldn’t help rubbernecking. He saw that the front end of a Prius was completely crumpled against the highway divider. The windshield was spiderwebbed. The engine was smoking. The driver’s-side door was a mangled, pried-open maw. Making no moves to resuscitate, two EMTs soberly guarded a body on a stretcher beneath a yellow tarp. They must have been waiting on the coroner. Whoever lay beneath the tarp was clearly dead. Reginald thought, I wish I could trade places
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