“He was driving,” I said.

“He was driving recklessly,” Arthur said.

“He lost control of the car and hit a concrete retaining wall on the passenger side.”

“It was an accident,” I said.

“He told me it was black ice.”

“The police report cited him for excessive speed and for driving under the influence of prescription medication,” Arthur said.

He slid the manila folder across the desk.

I didn’t touch it.