The windshield on the pickup truck was torn from moorings, the driver hung over the steering wheel, his head seeping red liquid onto the dash. In the automobile, lay two more bodies. Bradley's forehead swelled above his right eye, the result of his head hitting the top of the windshield. Samantha's hair was streaked with blood from her head wound. The windshield on her side was cracked in spider web fashion. Neither of them was conscious of the sound of a rig rumbling down the road towards them. "Looks like this man had more than one too many," said his partner, pointing to the broken bottle. "From the smell his body generates, I'd say you're not exaggerating. He has taken care of all his problems, but we still have two people, I hope, that we can do something for over in the other automobile." Within seconds, the officer and paramedics lighted from their vehicles. There were two paramedics with each ambulance. One group ran to the pickup truck while the other ran to the automobile.