by Jenna Baker
Before we parted ways, the four of us agreed that we would share information with each other from now on. After all, we were all on the same team. I knew the guys weren’t thrilled at the prospect of having to divulge everything to me, but that concern was outweighed by their fears about what I might do if left unsupervised.
Mac dropped me off at the production office so I could pick up my car, and I sped all the way home.
That night I relaxed in my bathtub. I should have gone straight to bed, but my mind was racing and I wanted to try to get my thoughts together. I needed to get a look at the tapes from the racetrack – not just to reconfirm what a fool I was, but also because I thought there might be something on there that would give me a clue. I had asked Mac to turn them over to me at the end of the night, but I didn’t have a Beta deck at home to play them on. I had to keep reminding myself that I was getting too worked up – this was very likely just a hit-and-run. Yet somehow I knew it wasn’t. The paint chips on the victim in two colors and his connection to car racing were too big of a coincidence to ignore. There was something there – I just couldn’t put it together yet.