The accident seemed to happen in stop-motion sequence. A white compact van, a red Porsche and a navy-blue pickup truck was change lanes one trying to speed pass the other until I had heard a loud popping sound and I snapped my attention back to the road in front of me. The van clipped the rear end of the Porsche, then hit the center divider and careened directly into my path and I slammed my brakes. Brakes squealed all around me like a chorus after a dark green Mercedes came out of nowhere and caught the vans broad side. After the wreck I shot out of my car along with the others that were involved. Trying to help the girl in the van until the ambulance arrived.
The next day when I read the morning paper that the girl had died, I felt sick with regret. When someone had knocked on my door, on Thursday, I thought the girl was alive until she had said that she was woman's daughter that was killed in the accident. After I had invited her inside she sat down and gave me information about her and wanted me to figure out who had killed her before she would have to go back to Denver. As soon as I left I went to the station to collect information on the people that she worked with, her roommate and the other people involved in the accident.
After I had left the station I went to the restaurant in the campus area where Caroline had worked to get any information about her murderer. I had met with David Cole trying to get information and he told me about someone who was bugging her and he told me that the guys name was Terry something, following her around in a green van. I left and went to the university housing to talk to her roommate Judy Layton. She said she new Caroline for about a year and she constantly said that she wasn't close to her and didn't know her that much. I had contacted a photographer about pictures he'd taken at the accident.
I got a license plate number and tracked down the owner of the truck. After he'd shown me the truck he said it hadn't been used in years. He had also told me that someone must have taken the license plates off the truck and put it on a different truck. Later I returned to the apartments but Judy was gone and I got her new address from the manager and I went to the house. After waiting on the porch for a response to the doorbell I paused in the driveway after going down the porch steps. I turned toward the 3 car garage and I peered in and I saw a pickup truck stripped of paint.
I went through the luckily unlocked side door, I saw that the license plates are gone then I peered into the cab and I saw a .45.1 left where it was. I left the garage and started my car when a dark green VW come in my direction headed towards the Laytons' drive. The guy driving was the guy at the accident and when he slowed for the turn he spotted me and his surprise was replaced by panic, he gunned his engine, taking off. I took after him zigzagging crazy through a residential area that was like a maze and he was going towards the freeway. He wasn't hard to track as his van is easily visible and as I eased up on his left he went faster, he hit the shoulder of the road and I was right behind him.
I was right behind him and our eyes meeting in a deadlock of determination and grit. I spotted the maintenance crew seconds before he did, working with a crane that was directly in his path and he wasn't able to slow down in time with no place to go and I saw the maintenance crew before he did and I stopped a kiss away from death. Like a nightmare with the police and the paramedics I had realized where I was, the place where the construction crew was replacing a highway sign sheared in half by Caroline's car and Terry Layton had died where he had killed her.