Tank POV
The last thing I expected out of the box was this kind of heartache. Not just a report, but all those vivid pictures, etched into my brain, never to be forgotten, someone needs to be accountable. The death of the driver was not enough to appease my mind.
I had prepared myself for Fixer to be a crying mess and for me to be strong for her, but sitting with Tandy, talking about that scrapbook and what we remembered of the investigating, from the records at the club, and a little bit of invistgating Zero and I had done, in the past, this had brought so much more came to light that I had never known before. It was a nightmare for me.
When we turned to page two, past the newspaper clipping, the photos started. At first, they were the cars and the truck, and then we turned the page
