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  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. Video #1
  6. One
  7. Two
  8. Three
  9. Four
  10. Five
  11. Six
  12. Seven
  13. Eight
  14. Nine
  15. Ten
  16. Eleven
  17. Twelve
  18. Thirteen
  19. Fourteen
  20. Fifteen
  21. Sixteen
  22. Seventeen
  23. Eighteen
  24. Nineteen
  25. Twenty
  26. Twenty-One
  27. Twenty-Two
  28. Twenty-Three
  29. Twenty-Four
  30. Twenty-Five
  31. Twenty-Six
  32. Video #2
  33. Twenty-Seven
  34. Twenty-Eight
  35. Twenty-Nine
  36. Thirty
  37. Thirty-One
  38. Thirty-Two
  39. Thirty-Three
  40. Thirty-Four
  41. Thirty-Five
  42. Thirty-Six
  43. Thirty-Seven
  44. Thirty-Eight
  45. Thirty-Nine
  46. Forty
  47. Forty-One
  48. Forty-Two
  49. Forty-Three
  50. Forty-Four
  51. Forty-Five
  52. Forty-Six
  53. Forty-Seven
  54. Forty-Eight
  55. Forty-Nine
  56. Fifty
  57. Fifty-One
  58. Fifty-Two
  59. Fifty-Three
  60. Fifty-Four
  61. Fifty-Five
  62. Fifty-Six
  63. Fifty-Seven
  64. Fifty-Eight
  65. Fifty-Nine
  66. Sixty
  67. Sixty-One
  68. Sixty-Two
  69. Sixty-Three
  70. Sixty-Four
  71. Sixty-Five
  72. Video #3
  73. Sixty-Six
  74. Sixty-Seven
  75. Sixty-Eight
  76. Sixty-Nine
  77. Seventy
  78. Seventy-One
  79. Seventy-Two
  80. Seventy-Three
  81. Seventy-Four
  82. Seventy-Five
  83. Seventy-Six
  84. Seventy-Seven
  85. Seventy-Eight
  86. Seventy-Nine
  87. Eighty
  88. Eighty-One
  89. Eighty-Two
  90. Eighty-Three
  91. The Final Video
  92. Acknowledgments
  93. About the Author
  95. Back Cover

“But that’s a big lead,” I say. “Find that car, and you’ve got the person who ran us off the road.”

Haley shakes his head. “We don’t even know if that vehicle was at the scene of the accident.”

He looks so certain. Almost smug.

That quick glimpse of the accident jumps back into my mind.

The headlights. The tree.

“Let me tell you what I remembered,” I say.

Forty-Four

“I went out there this morning. To the scene of the accident,” I say. “I hadn’t been out there since that night.”

“Why did you go to the crime scene?” Haley asks.

“To see it. I wanted to try to jar something loose in my mind. And it worked.”

“Is this what you were telling me when you came home?” Dad asks.

“Yes.”

Haley’s brow is wrinkled. “How did you feel when you went there? Was it…exciting to you in some way? Did you get an adrenaline rush?”

“Detective,” Dad says, “I don’t think you—”

“Just hold it,” I say to Haley. “Please. Just hold on and listen for once.”

I detail the slow drive to the scene, the deer that scattered. Then parking and approaching the tree, that brief piece of memory that raced back into my brain like a flash flood.

“Something happened that night,” I say. “Something came at the car from the left side.” They’re both focused on me, and I feel like a fortune-teller who suddenly starts speaking in tongues, communicating with the other world in order to solve a mystery. Except what I’m describing comes from my own memory. And I’m right here in this world. “It had to be another car. Why else would we go off the road and hit that tree?” I stare right into Haley’s eyes. “You’ve thought all along it was possible there was another car, one that ran us off the road. Well, now you have the video showing the car following us and now you have what I remember.”

Haley reaches into his pants pocket, brings out his little notebook and a pen that he clicks open with his thumb. He scribbles some things in the book but takes his time speaking.

I push him. “What do you think? Isn’t this something?”

He presses his lips together and leans back in his chair. His eyes look wary, cautious. But also curious. He must see the possibilities here.

He has to.