“I don’t want one email able to disappear off that server.”

And then the last piece I’d been dreading turned out to be gentler, and somehow worse, than I expected.

The driver who’d been behind the wheel the day of Garrett’s crash finally changed his statement.

For months he’d claimed to remember nothing.

Now he admitted he’d taken a cash bribe — not to cause the accident, but to leave one fact out of the record: that Garrett had gone to the second warehouse that morning to reach the paper archives.

Because the crash itself, it turned out, had been exactly what it looked like.