“Because the recording was considered inconclusive.”
He paused.
“But we never had the information your son apparently collected.”
I thought about the letter.
Don’t believe every story you hear. Look for the blue folder.
My son had known he was investigating something serious.
Maybe he had been trying to protect his family.
Maybe he had been afraid.
Maybe the accident had truly been an accident.
Or maybe it hadn’t.
There was only one way to find out.
Before I left, Detective Reed made a copy of the documents and told me he would reopen the investigation if the new evidence supported it.
I walked outside into the afternoon sunlight.
Grace was waiting beside me.
She looked frightened.
I put my arm around her.
“Whatever happened,” I told her, “we’re going to find out.”
She nodded.
But then her expression changed.
“Grandma?”
“Yes?”
“There is one more thing.”
