Carol Ericson - Navy Seal Spy

She drew abreast of the scene and rubber-necked just like everyone else. A single car sat smashed and battered at the side of the road. Looked like a tow truck had dragged it up from the ravine.

As she inched past, she shivered at the back window with cracks running from one side to the other. Then her heart stopped and she slammed on her brakes. The car behind her honked, but she barely noticed.

A large, yellow O on the back of the windshield had caught her attention. Samantha had gone to the University of Oregon and had proudly displayed her alma mater’s sticker on the back of her blue sedan. Was that car blue? She couldn’t tell in the lights.

She swerved to the right, just ahead of the accident scene and threw her car into Park. She scrambled from the car, flinging out her arms to catch her balance. Her heels crunched against the gravel as she made her way toward the crumpled car.

A police officer stopped her progress. “Hold on, miss. You need to stay back.”

“I think I know that car. Is it a woman? Is she okay?”

“It was a woman, but I can’t tell you any more, miss. You’ll have to get back in your car and move along.”

Standing on her tiptoes, she peered over his shoulder, her heart pounding a mile a minute. “Is it a blue sedan? Was a blonde driving the car? Is she okay?”

“Miss—” he spread his arms out “—you’re going to have to move along now.”

“Okay, okay.” She plowed a hand through her hair, her gaze shifting across the street. If she dashed across the highway, she could sneak around the perimeter the back way.

She spun around and walked back to her car. When the cop’s attention had returned to directing traffic, she scurried across the road, dodging between the creeping cars all slowing down to get a better look.

She stumbled back down the highway on the other side of the street. Once clear of the accident scene, she ran back across the road.

She slipped past a tow truck driver and zeroed in on the crippled car. Her knees weakened as she recognized Samantha’s blue sedan. Her gaze tracked to the stretcher beside the ambulance. An EMT was securing a strap around a form tucked beneath a white sheet.

In a daze she walked toward the stretcher, shaking off someone’s grasp. When she reached the side of the stretcher, she saw silky locks of blond hair, streaked with blood, hanging over the side.

She gulped for a breath but it wasn’t enough. The night grew darker around her, and she sank to her knees.

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