Anna's POV:

Jim stops three feet from us, and the expression on his face is the one he uses when the information is confirmed and he has no good way to package it.

"The brake line," he says. His voice is low and even. "Someone cut it. Clean incision, not wear damage, not corrosion. The cut is consistent with a deliberate tool mark." He holds my eyes for one moment. "The crash was intentional."

The waiting room is completely quiet.

I ...