Vera had been driving home from a weekend visiting college friends in a neighboring town, taking the rural highway outside Ashgrove that she’d driven countless times before, when her car left the road and went down a steep embankment sometime after midnight, according to the timeline investigators eventually reconstructed from what evidence remained.
I want to describe, briefly, the specific horror of that night from my own perspective, receiving the phone call from our parents roughly four hours after the accident, once local police had finally identified the wreckage and made the devastating notification. The fire that had consumed the vehicle, apparently ignited by the crash itself given the vehicle’s ruptured fuel line, had burned with an intensity that left investigators with severely limited physical evidence to work with in confirming identity — evidence that, I would only fully understand the significance of a full decade later, had ultimately relied on a combination of the vehicle’s registration, personal effects found at the scene, and a dental record comparison that investigators had, at the time, considered definitive.
