As the sun dipped below the horizon, commuters scurried home along the highway. Then, in an instant, everything changed. A chaotic pileup erupted near Exit 72, sending drivers scrambling to find out what was happening.
Vehicles lay crumpled and twisted across the asphalt, their occupants shaken but alive. Among the wreckage, one car caught the attention of first responders: a sleek sedan, its metallic paint glistening in the fading light.
Rescuers pried open the doors to reveal a shocking sight: stacks of cash spilling from every nook and cranny. It was as if someone had hastily stuffed the car with money before meeting disaster on the highway.
As authorities worked to secure the scene, whispers spread like wildfire among onlookers. Who did the money belong to? How did it end up here, in the middle of a highway pile-up?
The investigation that followed would wind its way through the city’s underbelly, revealing secrets and connections hidden for years. But for now, the highway stood as a silent witness to the chaos and intrigue that had erupted so unexpectedly.