“This was in your house for two years,” Priya said.

“Yes.”

“Harrison—”

“I know what’s in that drawer,” he said.

“I’ve always known what’s in that drawer.”

The car had left the road at the bottom of the descent, gone through a guardrail, rolled at least twice, and come to rest in scrub forty feet down an embankment, where it burned.

Leo Vance, aged five, had been in a booster seat behind the passenger side.

The seat separated from its anchor and he was thrown clear through the rear window on the second roll, and landed in high grass twenty-six feet from the vehicle, unconscious, with a broken collarbone and no other significant injury.