A Dodge truck hit her car on the right rear bumper while accelerating - sort of turned right into her. Her car hit the edge of a ditch and rolled at least three full times. It's almost like the driver of the Dodge seemed to know what he was doing. Like he was trying to kill her. Then, here's the zinger: He stops and, from what we've been able to establish, searches her car. A truck driver who stopped to help sees a guy crawling out of the car carrying a woman's purse, then get in the Dodge and speed away like a bat out of hell. He said the Dodge didn't have license plates." Garrison felt a rush of anger. "Did the witness get a look at him?" Maxwell cupped his chin. "Unfortunately, he wasn't able to provide more than a general description: a male wearing a baseball hat. That brings me to the million-dollar question: Do you have any reason to believe someone would want to harm your wife - to steal her purse?" It was then that Garrison saw the suspicion in Maxwell's eyes. And why shouldn't he suspect him?
