The sidewall on the front passenger tire had ruptured, but there didn’t appear to be any other damage to the car. The rental company sent a tow truck anyway, as well as another car. We filed a report with the Hendersenville Police Department to make the rental company and an infinite number of insurance companies happy, and I tried not to think about the headaches over the coming months for what was a relatively minor accident.
Our lousy luck streak held for the rest of the day, as we checked out four different Anita Rose/Hanlon addresses, going door-to-door at each, all for a big zip. Zilch. Nada. No one was happy to see us, no one remembered her or her son Trevor, and no one was sorry to see us go. Typical life of a defense investigator: much like lawyers, everyone thinks you’re crap on
