“I’m sorry, sir. You can’t…. Oh, Mr. Vincent. I’m sorry; I didn’t know it was you.”
“Not a problem, Samuels.” Samuels was one of my sources on the DCPD. “What are you doing here?”
“My partner and I are investigating that crash on the Beltway.”
“Yeah? What can you tell me about it?”
“Not much right now, sir, beyond the fact that it looks like a hit and run. We do have a partial plate.”
“What is it?”
He told me, and I made a mental note.
“We were hoping to talk to the victims, but the lady is out of it right now. Her driver was being bandaged up, and as soon as we get the okay, we’ll see what he has to say. Maybe he can tell us something.”
“Hey, Sammy!” It was Samuels’s partner.
“I have to go.”
“Okay. Get in touch with me as soon as you find out anything else.”
“Yes, sir.” He jogg
