Ethan
His words sent a chill down my spine… the man pointed to a photograph, a dark vehicle, far away, difficult to identify.
“This car appears on a camera several kilometers from the accident site.”
He moved to the next image, the same car… Another street, another location.
“And it appears again here.”
My throat went dry.
“Are you saying she was being followed?”
The detective leaned back in his chair.
“That’s precisely what we’re trying to determine.”
He picked up another document.
“Also, two days ago a witness came forward who hadn’t been located before. A man who was riding a motorcycle that night.”
My hands clenched.
“What did he say?”
“He stated that, shortly before the accident, he saw something that caught his attention.”
The detective paused, as if even he were choos
