He continued, “I knew it was my car from what was left. I found the compass in the grass, near the ditch. I knew it wasn’t mine. I knew whose it was. I couldn’t leave it there. I was afraid, but I was also sorry for what I had gotten him into.”
Vance pictured Liam standing where he had stood, looking at the wreck from a different angle. His anger didn’t disappear, but it became more complicated. “You took it,” he said. “You held onto it for two years.”