Ray walked around the car, surveying the damage. The crumpled roof and trunk suggested the car had flipped more than once. He stopped at the trunk and turned, his eyes following the path the car had taken down the hill.
Sharp stones and small trees littered the sloping rock wall. The car must have been traveling fast to make it to the bottom and hit the tree with enough force to crumple the hood into the windshield.
Ray shook his head in disbelief and headed back to the driver’s side. How the hell was this guy alive? At the very least, unless he was really lucky, his legs were crushed. As Ray passed the rear bumper, he caught a whiff of the sweet, noxious smell of gas.
He crouched down beside the rear wheel to peer at a patch of shiny, dark rock. Reaching out a finger, he swiped it acro
