Justice can hinge on something as fleeting as a breath of fog on glass. In the cold of a late winter night, a patrol officer wipes sleet from a windshield. He slides a routine ticket under the wiper, the ink feathering on the damp paper. The license plate number, however, stays crisp, cold as steel. Weeks later, that single, forgotten slip will tie the car to the exact block where a victim vani...
