“They tailed my car,” Liam continued. “Not the driver. They didn’t check who it was. And I suppose you saw the similarity between Adam and me just now. They just waited for the right stretch of road.” His voice dropped. “You know the rest.”
Vance saw it all again—the crushed metal, the clean report, the missing items. Only now the scene had context. Adam, driving a car meant for someone else. A hit disguised as bad weather and carelessness. He felt anger and bitterness bubble up.