Accident 520 Novels & Stories

Mia listened. "He was twenty-four when he died," Dax said. "Two years ago. The accident was on Route Forty-Seven, which was also not an accident. That road has no features that should have taken him at the speed he was riding. I knew it the week it happened. I've known it for two years." "And you couldn't act on it," Mia said.

Two months later, in the middle of the night, I got a call from Boston PD. "Is this Charlotte Ashford?" "Yes." "This is Detective McCormick with the Boston Police Department. Is Connor Harris listed as your emergency contact?" My fingers paused on the keyboard. "Has something happened?" Connor had never changed his emergency contact. "There's been a traffic accident. We need you to confirm some details for the record." I closed my laptop. "What kind of accident?" There was a pause. The detective's voice softened. "Multi-vehicle. Around two AM this morning, Mr. Harris's vehicle was hit from behind on the Charles River Bridge. The car broke through the guardrail and went into the river."

We were in a bubble of temporary truce surrounded by violence. I stood in front of the couch, looking down at the two men who'd turned my life into chaos. "Dante, you said you have evidence. Show me." Dante pulled out a folder from inside his jacket. He'd come prepared for this moment. He spread papers across the coffee table. Newspaper clippings yellowed with age. Police reports stamped with red ink. Photographs. "This is the accident report from the night your mother died." He pointed to the first document. "Single vehicle collision. She lost control on a curved road. The car went off a cliff. Died on impact."

All I could think at that moment was that this wasn't a mere accident. “Is she okay?” I asked in a small voice, afraid to hear his answer. Dante shook his head. “No, I looked at the police report myself. She was in a single-vehicle accident. The report said that she lost control of the wheel and crashed into a tree. She died on impact.” Dante watched me with an apologetical expression on his face, and I knew he was sorry and upset about it.

asked Lorenzo with furrowed brows. “The accident happened in December while you were traveling to Detroit to visit your mother with Selena and one year old Enzo. It was Christmas Eve, everyone was rejoicing to welcome Christmas. But that night there was a snowstorm in Chicago. The road was very slippery because of a very heavy snowstorm, and my I was on my way home at that time because the work at the headquarters was finished. I passed Cicero Avenue. I saw a mini cooper speeding in front of me. I had thought that the driver was a crazy driver because he was so brave to go so fast in the middle of a snowstorm that caused the road to be so slippery.

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.

His hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white. Cora had been in an accident on her first day of work. Her first day at his company. The company he had convinced her to join. If she died, it would be his fault. His phone rang. Security calling back. "What did you find?" Ryan demanded. "The accident occurred at the intersection of Fifth and Main. Witness reports say a black SUV ran a red light and T-boned the limousine. The SUV then fled the scene." Ryan's blood ran cold. "Fled the scene?"

Lyyana said as she opened a search website and typed a name there. And in a matter of seconds, her phone screen was filled with text about a car accident that killed six people. "An accident occurred on Broughton Highway, a car collided with a truck and rolled over about 5 meters. The process of evacuating the victims took 5 hours. The accident is suspected to have been caused by the driver falling asleep and the brakes failing." Lyyana read the news on one of the media sites.

Chapter 562 He Seemed to Have Lost His Soul "At 9:17 this evening, an accident was reported at the exit of the local north-south Expressway. A Rolls-Royce committed a serious traffic violation and collided with a truck at a red light. Four people got seriously hurt in the car accident and now they have been sent to hospital for treatment. This is our reporter reporting..." Anna and Ethan rushed out of the press conference to find Gemma. Meanwhile, a car accident was broadcast on the big screen behind them.

I said as I sat on the other side of the coffee table on the sofa facing them. "We have some disturbing news," the officer started. The sound of his tone and the look on his face began to unhinge me. "Sir, there was a car accident two nights ago, and we have just found out it was Mrs. Hightower. The car crash took place on Highway 1 around 3 am. Saturday night. It was a head-on collision." "Zari?! My wife, Zari, in a head-on collision? Oh, dear God, no! Is she okay, is she hurt?