The accident happened on a Friday afternoon1 as I was driving

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The accident happened on a Friday afternoon, as I was driving home. The traffic was moving quickly along the Santa Teresa freeway and my own little Volkswagen was running well, although it’s fifteen years old. I was feeling good. I’d just solved a difficult case, and I had a cheque in my handbag for four thousand dollars. That’s good money, for a female private detective working for herself. The sun shone down on the freeway out of a cloudless California sky. I was driving in the middle lane. Looking into the driving mirror, I saw a young woman in a small white car coming up behind me in the fast lane. A bright red Porsche was close behind her, and I guessed she wanted to move into the middle lane in front of me to let it pass, so I reduced my speed. Coming up on my right was a dark blue Toyota. While I was looking in the mirror I heard a loud noise, a bit like a gunshot. I turned my attention back to the road in front of me. Suddenly the small white car moved back into the fast lane. It seemed to be out of control. It hit the back of the red Porsche, ran into the fence in the centre of the freeway, and then back again into the road in front of me. I put my foot down hard to bring ...