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Show Flying - 79 empty space. Behind it, a hundred feet of stainless steel rail has been pulled up by the roots. There are big chunks of concrete in the river far below. Wilberforce sends Armstrong back to the jeep to get the accident forms and he and John Henry push past the curious to get to the scene of the wreck. The co-driver is sitting on the curb, mopping blood from a cut above his left eye and shaking every time he looks out over the river. The driver, quite calm, is leaning on the fender of his truck and explaining what happened. A state cop with a black notebook is taking it all down. "I was just drivin' along, see, and all of a sudden this old broad in a big black Ford comes flyin' by me and then cuts me off and hits the brakes." He throws his hand in the air. "You can't stop one of these big babies that quick, so there wasn't no place to go except up her ass or over the curb." "Where's the woman now?" says the cop. "Gone. After I got the truck stopped, I jumped out and ran over to her car. She rolls her window down and sticks her head out. So I says to her 'Hey, lady, you can't cut people off like that,' I says to her, 'you'll kill somebody one of these days.'" "What did she say?" says Wilberforce. "She looks at me and she says 'Whyn't you go take a |