From the beam of his flashlight, he could see where her weight had flattened the dead vegetation. Images of how the first initial seconds of the crash might have occurred and the sequences that followed flashed through Vince’s mind as he walked over to the area where the woman had been found. Between those clumps of sage and creosote bushes. Supposedly she was discovered lying there. Or she miraculously managed to open the door and crawl out on her own.Įvan pointed to a spot on the side of the highway, about ten feet from where the two of them were standing. So the woman must have been thrown clear of the car when it hit the ravine. The first responding officer reported that when he arrived on the scene, the door on the driver’s side of the car was open. Vince said, I’m trying to visualize how this scene played out. But it was Vince’s job to follow orders, not question them. As far as he was concerned, the sheriff’s office didn’t need to get involved. It was a simple case of identifying the injured driver. This wasn’t a case of vehicular homicide. He didn’t see much need for him and Evan to follow up.
The Nevada Highway Patrol had already investigated the accident. Vince was still irked by the interruption. Let’s hope she remains that way.įifteen minutes ago, the two detectives had been working a downtown robbery in Carson City when their captain had ordered them to wrap up and drive out here to the edge of the city to investigate a flaming car crash. That’s what the NHP officer reported, Evan answered. Yet even with the flames dead, puffs of smoke spiraled upward into the dark, desert sky and the stench of burning rubber lingered on the night air. A few feet down the incline from where they stood, a pair of firemen continued to douse a steady stream of water over the charred object. Behind them, a fire truck and lighted barricades blocked all traffic from the eastbound side of the two-lane highway. The two men stood together on the edge of the asphalt.
Are you sure the EMT reported her conscious when they left the scene? It’s a miracle anyone survived that inferno, Vince remarked to his partner, Evan Calhoun. Now the only thing resembling a vehicle was a crumpled black frame. Less than an hour ago the ash and debris had been a small car driven by a woman. Detective Vincent Parcell eyed the smoldering heap lying at the bottom of the shallow ravine.
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