Miguel nodded, his jaw clenched. "It wasn't an accident. Whoever was driving that truck didn't hit me by mistake."
The officer scribbled down notes, his brow furrowed. "Did you see who was driving? Or notice anything unusual before the crash?"
Miguel shook his head. "No. I did see the man but it was fuzzy so that's still a no. But I got a call just before it happened. Someone knew."
Before the officer could ask more questions, another car screeched to a stop nearby, and a figure emerged, moving quickly toward them. It was Gio. His sharp eyes scanned the scene, taking in the sight of the wrecked car and the paramedics working around Miguel. His face was a mask of controlled fury, and as soon as he reached Miguel, he knelt beside him.
"Miguel," Gio said, his voice low but urgent. "What the hell happened?"
Miguel looked up at him, his eyes blazing with anger. "Someone just tried to kill me."
