“Well, who is this friend?” Vance asked. Liam swallowed hard. “Hard to tell, it was a couple of years ago, can’t remember exactly,” he said. He reached up, unhooked the compass, and held it out through the window. “You can have it, officer.”
Vance took it. The metal was cold, heavier than he remembered. Every scratch, every dent matched the one he’d given Adam. “You knew my son,” he said. It came out as fact, not a question. He added, “I also know that this vehicle was listed as being stolen. You’re coming with me to the station.”