Officer Jonda's pulse quickened. Road conditions were dangerous on that cold, dark wintery night. The fierce storm made it hard to see, but she could tell the car ahead of her was in trouble. It was swaying. It was not swaying violently, and was still barely within the lane, but on the winding road in the fierce November rain, it was enough. Jonda had a sixth sense for accidents and lived in terror of them ever since thatawful night so many years ago. She still couldn't abolish the terrible imageof that teenager screaming for help, her help. Help that she had been unable to give as she was driven back by the intense heat of the car fire.