“That could be what happened,” Anson agreed. “If I’d gotten here a little earlier, I might have seen who hit her.”
“And even if you had stopped, she’d have already been dead. The coroner said she was killed instantly. You couldn’t have done anything other than call for help, which had already been done.”
Anson expelled a shaky breath. “There was nothing I could have done for her.”
“Not then.” Eve placed a gentle hand on his arm. “But what you’ve remembered may help June and the police find the person who hit her. Back to the taillights. How were they different?”
“Slanted, sideways and up a little.” Anson shook his head. “Off the top of my head, I can’t think of any vehicle with those kinds of lights.”
“Which is good,” Eve said. “It’ll make it easy for you to identify the make and model.”
“Once I’ve identified the car, I’ll speak with June. I’ll tell her all I know, and she can take it from there. If I need to talk to the police, I will.”
“Sounds like an excellent plan.”
“Thanks for coming here with me, Eve, for pushing me to do this.” His gaze searched her face. “I was scared, but you had faith.”
“I love you, Anson. I know who you are as a person, and you don’t have it in you to do something so terrible as flee the scene of a fatal hit-and-run, even at sixteen. That’s how much faith I have in you and while I’ll always support you, no matter what.”