Page 378 of Rangers Unexpected Return

“You find anything?” Doc asks.

“No.”

“Is that why you slammed the laptop shut?”

“I didn't slam it.”

He lifts one eyebrow.

I stare at him.

He grins.

I remember why Nathan liked him.

“I found another discrepancy in the accident report,” I finally say.

The grin disappears.

Doc leans forward.

“What kind?”

“Nathan’s truck was supposedly traveling seventy-eight miles an hour when it went through the guardrail.”

“I remember.”

“The first responding officer photographed the road.”

“And?”

“No skid marks.”

Doc’s expression changes.

“None?”

“Not one.”

“Could’ve fallen asleep.”

“He didn’t.”

“You know that?”

“Yes.”

Doc studies me.

I know how it sounds.

A man dies in a single-vehicle accident. No witnesses. No other cars involved. Middle of the night. Straight stretch of highway.

People want the simplest answer.

He fell asleep.

He was distracted.