After a long day I drive into a shit storm of flashing lights, police barricades and EMTs. I blow a sigh and twirl the wheel.

Life of a reporter, it never ends.

I approach a rosy-cheeked rookie, too dumb to hold back unconfirmed details. The main thing I want to know is if anyone’s dead. We don’t do fender-benders, we follow the grim reaper.

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