"You better drive, it's getting late," said 14-year-old Derek Forrest, ready to hand his dad his car keys. "Naw, you go ahead," his dad said, climbing into the red 1988 Grand Prix. Derek's 12-year-old sister, April, lay down in the back seat. It was 8:30 p.m., and they were only going six miles. Derek didn't have a license, but he had driven farm roads for years. Pulling out of the driveway is the last thing Derek remembers.