No Way Out

Jonathan put up both hands in a placatory gesture. ‘Please allow me to finish. I’ll email you the dashcam footage later. You can see for yourself. All it shows is this man bending down next to your father’s car. His body was then blocked from view. A good lawyer could argue that he was just tying his shoelaces. This is at most circumstantial evidence.’ I choked back a sob. ‘Don’t worry, though,’ he said. ‘I’ll keep looking into this. Maybe something else will turn up.’ I nodded. ‘Can I keep this?’ ‘Sure.’ I stuffed the photo into my purse. This man, whoever the hell this Carl Foster was, could very well be my dad’s murderer. I committed his face to memory. ‘Thank you,’ I said, truly grateful. ‘You found something even the police missed.’ ‘Just doing my job.’ He waved a hand dismissively. ‘Will you let me know the moment you find something more?’ ‘Sure.’ I doubled his hourly rate. Jonathan flashed me a roguish smile. ‘It’s always a pleasure working with such a beautiful woman. Doubly so