Better not B u. Nice funeral huh? How bout that Jimmy Tyler? Ha ha. Nick didn’t consider himself a type A kind of guy. He didn’t fly off the handle; he thought things through. He never leaped to conclusions, and he liked clean evidence and orderly thinking. He’d seen the results of road rage a time or two, and that had even cured him of any urges he might have had toward reckless driving. But orderly thinking wasn’t doing him any good today. Not after he’d received Lisa Nguyen’s e-mail with her written preliminary findings and the attached zip file full of digital photographs of Randi’s autopsy. Between those and Forrest Christopher’s investigation of the crime scene on the bridge, the sequence of events had become clear. But even if she had been pushed, and had gone over either accidentally or by design, why had no one jumped in to help, why had no one called 911? If Randi had still been breathing when she went under, maybe she could have survived.
