He was about to lay on the horn when he saw the flashing lights. He craned his neck. Probably some drunk got in a fender bender.
The driver side door of the beater three cars ahead opened. A man jumped out and ran past, eyes wild. Maybe he has a stash in the car.
He opened his own door, stepped out as casually as possible and started ambling toward the abandoned beater. He actually took half a dozen steps before his mind registered what he was seeing. Oh, no. Oh, please.
He turned and started running as fast as he could.