The Murder Pal
"Eve Spencer, I just got into an accident. I hit someone, and I think he's your son!"
The day after getting her driver's license, my best friend, Esther Lawson, insisted on driving alone to pick up her son from kindergarten.
I warned her that the road was full of heavy trucks and told her to practice a few more days.
She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. I'm a great driver!"
She floored the gas pedal and sped off.
Not long after, she called me. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe.
She said she hit a child at the kindergarten. The boy's face was covered in blood, and he looked like my son.
I froze. My son had a fever today. He didn't even go to kindergarten.
So who had she hit?