Chapter 5
People were talking as he dove into the crowd packed against the orange saw-horses set up as barriers. Everyone seemed amazed, not appalled. No tears, no terror. Good sign. As he edged his way to the front, he pieced together the snippets of the story: overloaded truck, ice build-up, collapse. He wasn’t sure he believed it. Could the bridge really collapse? And where was Marc? He finally pushed his way past the inner circle of people snapping photos and made it to the end of the street leading to the bridge.
He froze. My gods, a whole section of one side of the bridge was gone. He could see part of a huge semi sticking out of the water and a black car crumpled on top of it. On what was left of the damaged bridge section, vehicles were clinging, tilted at a crazy angle, poised t
