Fessing Up

摘要

It's clear, but there's ice in the air as you open your cab door and step into the night. You've followed the telltale signs of a vehicle off the road --tire tracks, the crumpled end of a corrugated steel guardrail, and the fresh glitter of crystallized glass on the asphalt. Your flashers punctuate the darkness surrounding a vague shape 30 yards to your right and slightly downhill from you, and you soon illuminate the area to reveal a small red sedan. It's heavily damaged but resting on its wheels. There's light-colored vapor or smoke rising from what was once its hood. You can detect no odors. You update the incoming engine company, drag your stuff out of the compartments and proceed down the hill.