Peter James on Tacho's

In a remarkable co-incidence;

“At this stage we’re unclear as to the extent of her involvement in the actual collision,’ Pattenden said. He peered down at his notepad on the table. ‘A white Ford Transit van behind her appears to have travelled through a red stop light and struck your son, the impact sending him and his bicycle across the road, into the path of an articulated lorry coming in the opposite direction. It was the collision with this vehicle that probably caused the fatal injuries.’
There was a long silence.
‘Articulated lorry?’ asked Lou Revere. ‘What kind of a vehicle is that?’
‘I guess it’s what you would call a truck in America,’ Glenn Branson said helpfully. ‘Or maybe a tractor-trailer.’
‘Kind of like a Mack truck?’ the husband asked.
‘A big truck, exactly.’
Dan Pattenden added, ‘We have established that the lorry driver was out of hours.’
‘Meaning?’ Lou Revere asked.
‘We have strict laws in the UK governing the number of hours a lorry driver is permitted to drive before he has to take a rest. All journeys are governed by a tachometer fitted to the vehicle. From our examination of the one in the lorry involved in your son’s fatal accident, it appears the driver was over his permitted limit.’
Fernanda Revere dropped her cigarette butt into the coffee cup, then pulled another cigarette from her handbag and said, ‘This is great. Like, this is so fucking great.’ She lit the cigarette contemptuously, before lowering her face, a solitary tear trickling down her cheek.”

Excerpt From: Peter, James. “Dead Man's Grip.” Macmillan, iBooks.