Cameron
Red, blue, and white lights reverberate off the darkness of the tree-covered lane. If it weren't for the smoking, overturned SUV and articles of clothing strewn about, it would be almost serene.
But that's the last thing we're dealing with right now.
“What do you need?" I ask Chance as I approach.
“The driver is drunk as f**k; the older kids are restraining him." He points over to where I see a couple of what appear to be pre-teens holding a grown man back.
“Oh my God, what have I done? What have I done? She's my baby!"
I'm not sure what the f**k is going on here, but I do know we've got to check the scene and, as soon as everything checks out, I'll be finding out. “Danny, check where that smoke is coming from. Is there anyone else in this vehicle?" I ask the pre-teens.
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