Peyton's Point of View.
I slammed the phone down against its cradle. Usually the action gave me a real sense of satisfaction, but this time it did nothing for my mood. I picked the receiver up again and continually smashed it against my desk. After a minute or so, the whole thing had disintegrated. I imagined it was Trudy's face. I had never, ever felt like hitting a female, but at that moment, I positively loathed her.
I had spent a couple of hours after I'd visited the crash site trying to come up with something that would point to anybody other than Trudy. But it was useless. If there had been anyone else on the security footage then I would have naturally assumed that she had been forced into k********g Amelia. But she had been completely alone. And that meant that I didn'
