Mason shifted uncomfortably as the silence lingered. “I’m sorry for your loss,” he said, not sure why the guy was here. “I never saw him coming. I mean, I was watching the road and he wasn’t there. He just …”
The man raised his hand calmly to silence Mason. “It was an accident,” he said with a look of both loss and understanding.
“Who are you?” Mason asked, shivering again.
The man held out his hand to shake. “I’m Bradley Jamison from The Rothston Institute. I’m here to help you.”
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