Seventeen Minutes on Route 18 Wrecked an Eighteen-Million-Dollar Corporate Buyout

“Because I was fired this morning.”

“Tell me why.”

I heard the diner clock in my head, though there was no diner clock in that room.

“I stopped on Route 18 because a woman was holding herself up on a car door and couldn’t breathe.

I called emergency services and stayed with her.”

Gavin said, “The Whitcombe clients walked out at nine thirty-two.”

I didn’t turn toward him.

“Mr.