The Stranger At The Altar
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Marcus asked, pulling out a notepad.
"I weakened the brake lines in two places—just enough that they'd hold for a few days of normal driving, but would fail under stress. Heavy braking, high speed, anything that put pressure on the system would cause a rupture." Mitchell wiped his eyes with a shaking hand. "I calculated it would happen on the highway. Quick, clean, look like an accident."
"And it did," Grayson said flatly. "She died on Route 9, during rush hour, when the brakes failed going downhill."
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