The Frost brothers stood around the wreckage of Gabe's car, their expressions a mix of concern and anger. It was the early hours of the morning, and they had finally received information about Gabe's car. As they raced to get here, however, the scene they met with was not one that made them calm down.
Gabe's car was totaled. The front end was smashed in, the hood crumpled like a piece of paper, and the windshield shattered into countless pieces. The driver's side door was nearly ripped off, and the airbags had deployed, now deflated and stained with blood. Broken glass and twisted metal littered the ground, painting a horrific picture.
Lucien's eyes scanned the twisted metal. "How could this have happened?" he muttered, kicking a piece of debris away from the car. "Gabe's always so careful."