"Stop stop stop, red light, red light!" the co-driver anxiously pointed ahead.
"I've never had the habit of waiting for red lights!"
The driver's eyes darkened, "Waiting for a straight red light is the hardest!!!"
Boom!
The driver floored the accelerator and charged through.
Pedal to the metal…
Beep beep beep!!
A burst of urgent honking came, the co-driver sharply turned his head, terror-stricken to see a dump truck barreling from the right, followed by a loud crash, as the entire refrigerated truck flew in front of the tons-heavy toy.
Crushed into scrap metal.
The A-pillar pierced the driver's neck, eyes bulging, dead with eyes wide open, while the co-driver was spitting blood, looking at the gathering crowd, tremblingly reaching out his hand; he didn't want to die.
The blonde woman saw the wrecked refrigerated truck in her rearview mirror, smiled, took out her phone to compose a text message, not sure who it was sent to.
"Domestic turmoil possible, extremely vigilant!"
