Zoe sat on the edge of the bed, absorbed in her phone, and glanced up at him: "Perhaps you should consider that it might have been me. Since you're asking, that must be what you're implying, right?"

Barrett frowned, somewhat displeased: "You know very well I'm not suspecting you.

The police inspected the car, and it seems the brakes were tampered with, brought to the point of almost complete failure. They were fine when I first drove it. It only failed when I tried to brake at the intersection."

Zoe simply responded with an "Oh," showing little interest in dissecting the issue.

People like Barrett, involved in the cutthroat world...