His car, a brand-new Mercedes-Benz, remained missing with him. One witness claimed he was arguing with someone. Another said he had talked about “heading north for a while.” The fragments lined up imperfectly, like mismatched tiles.
She jotted notes furiously, circling dates. The timing mattered: the note was dated March 1985. The photos showed the car was brand new. Somewhere around the same time, David Armitage had slipped out of one life and into silence.