Jordan’s night went sliding off the deep end a little after midnight; dispatch sent them to a two-car accident on I-20, just east of Loop 820. A wrong-way drunk driver had collected an innocent victim in his path.
When they rolled up on the scene, Tim whistled at the two obliterated vehicles. “Wow,” he said. “It’s a bad one. We might need more than one rig here.”
“I can hear them coming,” Jordan pointed out, and looking in the passenger side mirror, he could see two more ambulances were seconds away from being on scene.
Jordan waited until his partner had come to a complete stop before he leapt out of the passenger seat to move to the back of the rig for the gurney. But he heard Tim call his name.
“Jordan, wait! There’s a third car involved, and it’s down there,” Tim told him, pointing
