taken place on this lonely road even more tragic. The sequence began to replay from the start, but Reilly put the device away, having seen enough. They could witness it again and again as it happened, but now the focus needed to be on finding the culprit rather than wishing they could intervene to save the victim. As real as the sequence was, it could never be stopped or reversed.
‘It gives me the creeps every bloody time,’ Kennedy muttered.
‘I notice it’s suggesting a white van for the vehicle,’ Chris commented, looking at Reilly. ‘It must know a thing or two about Irish drivers.’
‘Give it a second and it will go one better than that,’ she told them. ‘Based on the injury pattern, and depending on the trace we find, it will give us a list of potential vehicles we can cross-check.’
Kennedy gave an appreciative look. Maybe technology was not so bad after all… He might well be home in time for the football highlights.
‘But for now, let’s take a closer look at where the impact occurred in real life.’
Holding the phone out in front of her, Reilly walked back up the road, taking care to avoid any yellow markers on her route. As she moved, the device constantly updated their position using its GPS connection. They’d walked about twenty yards when iSPI beeped to indicate the calculated impact area. It was on a curve, the road narrow, a minimal grassy verge and a ditch on either side.
Gary looked back up the road. ‘If you were coming round that bend, you’d barely have any time to notice anyone.’
‘Especially if you weren't expecting them to be there,’ Lucy added. She thought for a moment. ‘I’ll bet the driver lives locally.’
Reilly looked at her with interest. ‘Why do you say that?’
‘Locals drive faster. We tend to relax when we’re close to home, we know the roads, think we know all the hazards – that’s one reason why most accidents occur within three miles of your own home. A stranger would proceed much slower on a road like this.’
‘Good point. But the injuries indicate that she was hit from behind and iSPI concurs. On a dark night like this, even with the bends you’d think she’d have seen the headlights or heard the engine...’ Reilly’s train of thought was momentarily distracted by something on the road surface.
‘What have you got?’ Lucy asked.
‘Looks like paint fragments – or chips more like.’ She waited while Lucy photographed the area and put down another marker. Then, using tweezers, she carefully lifted the fragments and examined them under the floodlights.
‘From our vehicle?’
‘Well, whatever vehicle it came from, it has a bit of history. It’s not just paint, there’s some kind of hardened resin here too. Looks like it could be a crash repair,’ Reilly said, placing it carefully into an evidence bag. ‘When a previously crashed car is damaged a second time all the fillers and resins from the repair are far less flexible than fresh metal, and so they tend to sheer off. Kind of like disturbing layers of snow on a fence.’ This was good; if the van that hit the girl had already crashed, then this taken with iSPI’s calculations should make it easier to narrow down its identification.
She looked around. ‘We’ll need to go through this area with a fine-toothed comb. If there was any damage to the van after the collision, anything snapped off or broken, this is where we’ll most likely find it.’
Lucy peered dolefully into the murky soup that lay at the bottom of the ditch. ‘Looks like fun.’
Chapter 5
When first I saw it moving across the waves I readied myself, stood steadfast, armed for the battle ahead. But then as she stood before me, the past no longer mattered. I was entranced.
Her beauty held me captive, banished the demons that tormented me.
Her words gave me strength; I knew what I must do.
We had to be together,