tried the international channels, and grinned when he saw it was the top story on four of those channels. He'd done it. He'd made a statement and he had done definite damage to the corporation. He was proud.
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Roger finally was able to get back to the coaster to try and see what had happened. He couldn't figure out what could've caused an explosion that big. The park didn't have anything explosive enough to do the damage that had occurred. He had a nagging feeling that something else was involved. Someone had to have done this. It was the only way to explain what had happened. He'd checked out this coaster himself that morning, so he didn't know how he could've missed an explosive device. He kept moving and heard the firemen still working around the ride. As he made it closer to the place they said the explosion had happened he saw how obvious it was. The track was blown away in one spot and the rest of the metal was charred black. Even from a distance he could see the interior workings and wires were gone and the metal was melted and malformed. He wasn't prepared for the draped metal structure that was about twenty or so feet from the coaster. The car the riders had been in had been blown straight up into the air and crashed into the top of the loop before hitting the ground. Roger heard a fireman tell another fireman that the car had ignited and the bodies of the people were badly burned. Not much was left, but a passport belonging to Christopher Richfield had been found and his parents had already been contacted.
Ro ger wondered how they would find out who else had been on the ride. It's not like there were records or a manifest like in a plane crash. They would just have to wait until family or friends inquired where their loved ones were. Roger shook his head and thought, God, this is going to be agony .
He tried to move closer to the explosion site but couldn't because the metal was still too hot. A fireman said it would be tomorrow before they could investigate what happened. Roger shined his flashlight into the darkened metal and tried to gauge if there was anything obvious. Of course, he couldn't see anything.
"Hey, you supposed to be here?" A fireman moved by in his gear.
"I'm head mechanic for the park."
"Oh, hey. Sorry , man. This is horrible. They know anything yet?" The fireman took his gloves off.
"Nope. N othing yet. Have you seen this before?"
"I've seen a few blasts, but they were tanks that exploded. That's totally different. Listen, you should probably stay clear until this metal cools down. It's really not safe."
Ro ger thought about the girl he'd helped. "Do they know who was in the car?"
"Not yet. The coroner has to take a look at it, but his turn at bat isn't even close." The fireman shook his head. "For some loved ones I'm sure process of elimination might be a factor tonight."
Ro ger nodded, immediately wanting to hug his daughter. People lost children today, and that made him want to make sure his was safe. "Thanks. I gotta go meet with the brass."
As soon as the fireman walked away Roger pulled his phone out and called Tori. The phone rang twice before she picked up. "Daddy?"
Ro ger smiled. "Hey, honey. Yep, it's me."
He could hear the worry in her voice. "Are you okay? What happened?"
Roger spent the next few minutes telling her the very basics of what had occurred.
"Daddy, can you come get me tonight? I want to see you."
"Sure, Sweetie. As soon as I'm done here I'll pick you up at your mom's, okay?"
"Yes, thanks. I love you!"
"I love you too, Tori. See you in a bit. I'll text you when I'm leaving here."
"K, drive safe."
Roger smiled as he put his phone back in his pocket. He looked at the drape and felt a twinge in his heart. He hadn't found this bomb. Maybe if he had this whole thing wouldn't have happened. He turned and headed