Then, on the right at the side of road, through the dust he saw a dim light. Peculiar. A light shining up on a tree. No likely landscape decorations in this neighborhood. He had already shot past it. Something made him stop. He braked hard. Skidded to a stop. He watched with frustration as the red taillights of the Hummer disappeared ahead into the dust.
Something was wrong. He backed until he was alongside the light. The dust started to clear. He could now see the little red Miata flipped upside down in the canal, cocked at an angle. One headlight shone up out of the water like a beacon. The tires still spinning. Most of the car was under water. He had almost missed it. He reached for the mike. It slipped from his sweaty hand. He grabbed it again. He tried to get his breath. "Dispatch...David Three. Vehicle under water with injuries. Respond five miles west of the Jardin Café on Milkrun Road. I'm on the scene. You'll see my overheads. Make it fast."
He moved his car across headed toward the shoulder. His headlights now illuminated the canal. He could feel his heart pounding. Stay calm. Don't panic. She'll be all right. You can do this. Just do this one thing.