Nathan and Alex moved fast. They didn't take the company car; they took a plain black one so no one would notice them leaving the building. Nathan sat in the back, staring out the window, but he wasn't seeing the city. He was thinking about that night. He was thinking about how he had spent years believing the driver had just disappeared into thin air.
"How did we miss him, Alex?" Nathan asked, his voice low. "How does a man stay in a state prison for nearly three years without us finding out?"
"If he's using a fake name and someone in the system is getting paid to keep it quiet, it's easy," Alex said, keeping his eyes on the road. "The police didn't look hard enough because they wanted the case closed. They called it a hit-and-run and moved on."
Nathan gripped his knees. "He said he took her to the hospital. He said he left her there. All this time, I thought she was alone on that road. I thought she was waiting for me."
"We'll find out the truth soon, sir," Alex replied.
