Jack slowed the car to a crawl, and turned the full beams on. They illuminated a strange scene; from the black marks on the road that could be burnt rubber; to the broken glass scattered haphazardly across the asphalt.
âWhat the fuck happened hereâ muttered Jack, turning to me as if seeking validation that I found this as strange as he did.
âI donât knowâ I said, pointlessly. The car leaned down...