'I want to uncover some facts.' He spoke quickly, angrily, as if it was something he'd explained several times before. 'I want to investigate them, and then point a finger and say: You're behind this. I want to be able to say: This is why what happened, happened. Instead it turns out I didn't even know him, didn't even know my best friend.'
'He made himself difficult to know. That's why we're doing this, isn't it? We're trying to know Max.'
They drove on, and now Max was a presence in the seat behind them; intractable and silent.