after the crash,” I said, my fingers flying across the screen, accessing a completely different set of data architectures.
“Let’s find out exactly where that concerned citizen was sitting when they decided to ruin my life, shall we?”
Detective Vance didn’t say a word.
He didn’t interrupt, and he didn’t reach for his styrofoam cup of coffee.
He simply stared at the illuminated screen of my smartphone, watching his entire neatly packaged hit-and-run investigation shatter into a thousand irreconcilable pieces of data.
In the span of four minutes, I had
