The BMW hit the Honda so hard that the smaller car spun almost completely around before hitting the pole.
And then without even slowing down, the BMW kept going.
It didn’t stop.
It didn’t hesitate.
It just disappeared down the street.
I looked at Vanessa and said, “Miss Caldwell, I just watched the footage.
The light was red, not yellow, and the impact was significant.
How do you explain leaving the scene?” She shifted in her seat and said, “Like I said, I didn’t realize I hit anyone.
I thought maybe I went over a pothole or something.
” I asked her if she checked her car for damage when she got home, and she said no.
I asked her if she heard any sirens or saw any emergency vehicles, and she said no.
I asked her if it occurred to her to stop and check if anyone was hurt, and she looked at me like I’d asked her to solve a calculus problem.
She said, “I told you.
I didn’t think it was a big deal.
” That’s when Harold spoke up from the witness area.
He said, “Your honor, may I say something?” I nodded and told him to go ahead.
He said, “I don’t want to cause trouble.
I just want my car fixed so I can get back to work.
My daughter, she’s 12 and she has asthma.
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