There had been no clear eyewitness.
But investigators had recovered footage from a highway maintenance camera that had not been included in the initial review.
The recording showed Lucas’s vehicle traveling normally.
Then a dark pickup truck appeared behind him.
It accelerated.
Moved dangerously close.
And forced Lucas toward the shoulder.
The footage did not clearly show whether the vehicles touched.
But the truck’s actions were enough to justify further investigation.
Reynolds placed a photograph on the table.
“Do you recognize this vehicle?”
I looked at it.
Black pickup.
Extended cab.
Distinctive silver toolbox behind the rear window.
I knew that truck.
My father had purchased it for the company’s maintenance division.
But the person who drove it most often wasn’t Charles.
It was Raymond Pike.
My father’s longtime operations manager.
The man who had stood beside me at Lucas’s funeral and told me my husband was a good man.
