“We don’t need him to testify against her,” Mark said.

“We need him to admit he saw Vanessa throw it.

If he admits that to you on a recorded line or in front of a witness, the accident story falls apart.”

Mark passed me the yellow legal pad and a blue pen.

“Call him now,” Mark said.

“Put the phone on speaker in your car.”

At four thirty we walked out to the visitor lot.

The late October wind blew dry leaves across the gray pavement.