Instead of looking at the wreckage, Arthur looked at the data.
"The headlights just appeared out of nowhere," Elias insisted, staring at his coffee mug. "I had to swerve. It was instinct. If I hadn't, I'd be dead." auto_insurance.
Arthur leaned back in his chair. If Elias had been trying to stage a fraud, he wouldn't have been driving so perfectly right before the crash. Or would he? The Mastermind Instead of looking at the wreckage, Arthur looked
Arthur Vance had spent fifteen years looking at bent fenders and shattered glass for the fictional Apex Mutual. He knew what a staged accident looked like. He knew the telltale signs of a paper accident where the cars never actually touched. It was instinct
"Numbers can be flawless," Arthur said, packing up his tablet with a faint, respectful nod to the young man's intellect. "But humans aren't. And that's exactly why we still need adjusters."