Michael Malone - Weebly

"You unhitched the stolen trailer, got back into your
car. With your wife. You backed up, drove forward,
and in so doing hit the rear side of Treeca's truck. Its
front wheels slid over the edge of the ridge, and the
truck turned over as it fell, injuring Treeca."
"How do you know all this?"
Abernathy tapped a thick manila folder that the
district attorney's office had provided him. "Prosecutor."
Henry smiled. "You make it sound a lot prettier than
he did."
"Did you hit Treeca deliberately?"
"You could say so."
"I don't think I would, however. What was your
motive in hitting his bumper? Were you trying to kill
him?"
Henry's eyes sped back and forth, then fastened on
the wall just above Abernathy's head. "It don't matter.
He just kept sitting there and I wanted him gone."
"Then why did you climb down the slope to check
him out after he went over the cliff?"
"Habit."
"Who called the ambulance? Didn't you?"