Chronicles of Jay South

Mr. Radcliff was flung halfway through his window, caught by the broken glass and dragged about fifty feet along the pavement under his truck with who knows how many tons of pressure grinding his upper torso and head like he had been in a mechanical cheese grater.

Shorty said, "This is pure holy hell, Aerol. It could be Radcliff''s truck, but I am gonna have to go over and look inside to see if it ...