The police report I had heard read aloud said an unidentified vehicle had crossed into our lane and fled.

Colton had told investigators he hadn’t seen the license plate.

“Who was it?” I asked.

“My business partner. Daniel Price.”

I stared at him.

Daniel had visited me in the hospital with flowers.

He had spoken at a fundraiser that helped pay for my rehabilitation.

He had shaken my hand and told me he hoped I’d return to drawing someday.