Savage Innocence

It had been at a notorious bend in the road that the car had appeared to go out of control. Jared’s stomach still roiled at the memory of jarring gears and squealing tyres, and the horrifying image of an enormous truck bearing down on them. He’d wondered since then whether Elizabeth hadn’t had some crazy notion of killing herself and him, but he’d grabbed the wheel out of her hands and wrenched the car back from imminent disaster. Nevertheless it had lost too much traction, and he’d felt the wheels skidding over an icy patch on the road. There’d been no way to prevent the vehicle from mounting the kerb before it had lurched headlong into a ditch.

He didn’t recall much after that, until he’d woken up in hospital the following day with two broken legs and a mild concussion. Howard had been sitting by his bed when he’d awakened, and for a moment he’d been sure the older man was there to break the news that Elizabeth was dead.

But Elizabeth hadn’t been dead. Though she had been badly injured. Howard’s reasons for keeping vigil by his son-in-law’s bedside, however, had been to ensure that Jared would take the blame for the accident. Though he hadn’t been sure then who had been at the wheel at the time of the crash—they’d both been flung out on impact—he’d wanted to protect his daughter’s reputation. And the reputation of the firm, Jared had added silently. If Elizabeth had had to face charges of dangerous driving as well as having been drunk at the wheel, it would have proved a juicy piece of gossip for the press.