“What time of day was it?”
“That’s not important.”
“What was the boy doing when you spoke to him?”
“Neither is that.”
“How far away was the boy when you spoke to him, and how loudly did you shout?”
She shook her head. “I’m not going to answer any questions about it. Why should I?”
“But you maintain that you were driving the car and told the boy to get a cop?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re in a pickle. The police want to question you about a murder. On Wednesday a car ran over the boy and killed him. Intentionally.”
She gawked. “What?”