leaves.
âIâm better with outdoor plants,â I said.
âI understand,â he said, in his completely unaccented English, âthat you observed the vehicle that was involved in the crash on Highway 5 yesterday.â
âYes.â
âIâd like you to tell me what you saw.â
âWas it a fatal accident?â
He nodded. âYes, madame.â
âI wasnât sure. The ambulances were...â
âYou told the officer you had encountered the vehicle earlier.â
âI did.â
âCan you tell me what you observed?â
I said, âOkay. On the Hull ramp onto Highway 5, a black Cadillac Escalade passed me on the right.â
Sarrazin nodded. âIs that it?â
âNot exactly.â
âWhat else occurred?â
âFirst, he came shooting right up behind me, well above the ramp speed, and laid on his horn.â
âWhy?â
âI have no idea.â
He raised an eyebrow.
âWell, my car might have stalled getting onto the highway. But it re-started right away. These things happen. Iâts not like I did it on purpose.â
Sarrazin gazed out the window at the Skylark, then turned back to face me. He raised his inch-thick eyebrows. âAnd?â
âAnd he gave me the finger. And he shouted at me.â
âYou heard him shouting?â
âHis window was open.â
âWas the driver swerving at all?â
âSwerving?â
âYes.â
I thought for a couple of seconds. âNo. Iâm pretty sure I would have noticed swerving.â
âAnything else?â
âIsnât that bad enough? I was unnerved by it.â
âHappens all the time.â
âIâve never seen a fatal collision before. The weird thing is, I feel responsible somehow.â
He narrowed his eyes. âWhy should you feel responsible?â
âI swore at him.â
âThatâs it?â
âWell, itâs not like me.â
He chuckled.
I said, âIâm not that kind of person.â
He nodded. âDonât worry about it. Youâre probably okay under the Criminal Code on that one.â
âFunny.â
Sarrazin met my eyes. âDid you know him?â
I shook my head.
âThink about it.â
I said, âI didnât know him.â
âTake your time.â
I stared. âI just told you I didnât know him.â
âYou want to close your eyes and relive the scene? You might recognize him then.â
âI really donât want to relive that scene.â
âTake your time. Break it down into frames. Maybe it will come to you.â
âWhy? Who was he?â
âSorry, madame. We will not be able to release the name until the family has been notified.â
âOh. But...â
âIs there a particular reason you want to know, madame?â
âBecause you are asking me about him, even though I keep telling you I didnât recognize him. And, all right, Iâll admit there was something familiar about him. I just donât know who he was. And everybody looks familiar lately. But what happened to the woman?â
âWhat woman?â
âHis passenger.â
Sarrazin frowned. âThere was no passenger.â
âSure there was.â
He blinked first. âI am certain of it. There was only one body found in the vehicle.â
âMaybe she was destroyed by the fire. Maybe her body was...â
âIt doesnât work that way. If there had been another person in that Escalade, we would have known.â
âBut I saw a woman. Iâm positive thatââ I stopped myself. âWell, I sure donât want to hope that someone else was in that crash.â
âYou were under stress from the hospital.â
âYou knew I was at the hospital?â
âI am a police officer. Everyone in the village knows that you visit Marc-André Paradis several times a week.â
âThey