Jane's POV
I had noticed Detective Harris in a tiny coffee shop on a deserted street. The coffee shop was almost empty when I came in. I spotted him immediately. He sat in the corner of the shop with a piping hot cup of coffee in front of him and a notepad on his table. His eyes looked pinched but interested.
"Have a seat, Jane," he told me when I stood in front of him.
I sat beside him. "I appreciate the time, Detective Harris. I desperately need your assistance."
He shook his head. "I see why you've come. I was waiting for you."
I breathed in. "I want to know what really happened that night on the night of the crash. I believe there's evidence that's missing because it was deliberately destroyed. Do you know anything else you can tell me about it?
Detective Harris nodded in the dir
