The Investigative Journalist believes there is more to this crash than meets the eye.

Suave, slick, and shrewd, he was “where any journalist worth his salt should be” when he got the call: at a bar, drinking a martini, people-watching. One of his many unofficial sources tipped him off, and he headed right down.

Is it the Non-Runaway Bride he suspects?

The Extremely White Man on a stretcher?

The Morally-Lax Lass showing off her leg by stretching it over the bonnet of a shiny red car?

Any of these eccentric characters could be at fault, but this journo is sure to find out which one.