The next time he saw Drew was a week later at the inquest. Drew hadn’t called, so either he’d had no nightmares, or he hadn’t taken Paul’s offer seriously.
Paul was in the press gallery for the inquest, and he spotted Drew in the public gallery. He wasn’t giving evidence. The case was pretty routine. The police presented their report, that the truck had skidded on wet roads, jackknifed, and struck the Winslow’s car, smashing in the driver’s side and pushing it into the ditch, where the car rolled over and then got stuck under the truck, turning over on top of it. Both drivers had been pronounced dead at the scene.
Verdict: Accident.
Paul caught up with Drew outside. He was smart in a gray suit but didn’t look especially comfortable.
“Hi,” Paul said. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
