The sunny autumnal day seemed perfectly
ordinary. Sixteen year-old Rebecca Patton was taking a driving
lesson with her instructor, Andrew Newell. A woman carrying
a red handbag was walking to the comer of Grove and Third.
She was stepping off the curb when she was run down by Rebecca.
It happened so quickly, so inexplicably, like an accident.
On her arrival at the station house, detective
Katie Logan finds a distraught but cooperative Rebecca. Newell,
though, is totally out of it. He appears to be drunk. Or on
drugs. He's obviously incompetent, and certainly what has
now become a case of negligent homicide warrants his arrest.
Then the victim's handbag is retrieved.
It identifies the dead woman as Newell's wife, and this taut
story by a master at the top of his form takes a surprising
and sinister turn.