I stared at the screen for a long second.
Then started scrolling.
Witness statements were almost nonexistent.
Nobody actually saw the crash happen.
Only the aftermath.
My eyes narrowed.
That alone felt wrong.
Then one line stopped me cold.
Primary impact: driver side.
I leaned forward slowly.
Read it again.
Driver side.
My pulse kicked harder.
I pulled up the crash photos next.
The grainy images loaded one by one across the screen.
The car wrapped around a tree.
Metal folded inward violently—
on the driver side.
I sat back slowly.
“Damn it.”
Because if the impact crushed the driver side—
then the person sitting there never walked away from that wreck.
My gaze snapped back to the victim report.
Cathy Reynolds.
Not Tessa.
A sharp rush of anger burned through my chest.
I pulled up the toxicology next.
Cathy’s blood alcohol level sat significantly higher than Tessa’s.
There it was.
Not proof by itself.
