Verona

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So this is how you die.

My God, my God!

Horrible...

He was staring at a car burning furiously in the road ahead. Black smoke swirled upward into the late-afternoon sky like a cyclone, deep-orange flames roiling below. The vehicle had swerved and crashed head on into an abutment of a bridge over a small creek.

Donald Lark, sitting in the back seat of his Escalade, leaned forward and told the driver, “Stop, stop!”

“Yessir.” Evan steered onto the shoulder and braked. He climbed out, telling his boss, “Stay here, sir.”

Lark’s pudgy hand dug for his phone in his suit jacket pocket. He retrieved the Samsung and hit nine-one-one. He gave the dispatcher the details of the accident and the location. The woman said nothing about previous reports, which suggested the occupants were dead.

She said fire and police would be there soon. Lark knew the deserted area well — this was the route to his country house. “Soon” would be at least twenty minutes.

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