I glanced back up at the rain-drenched accident cene in front of me, and time eemed to have moved in an odd, erratic hift. The ambulance had arrived, a well a the police, and people were being...
Maybe he wa a figment of my paranoid imagination. I had no concrete rea on to do the thing I did, acting on in tinct alone. I could be crazy a a bedbug, imagining all thi power. Why in the world...
