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Chapter 4
Matheson wrapped up his report by saying, “She’d been in a coma for about a month before slipping into a vegetative state, and she remained in that condition until a couple of weeks ago, when she’d passed away.” Her father might have been a son of a b***h, but she hadn’t deserved that. Well, I’d deal with the fuckers who were— “Wait. I thought she was killed immediately.” “Apparently not, sir.” “Mann was told she died instantly,” I repeated. Matheson didn’t respond, which meant he didn’t want to challenge me, but the information Quinn had been given was wrong. “Okay, did you find out why it was in the police report that she was dead on the scene?” “That wasn’t in the police report.” Okay, the law firm that dealt with the will wouldn’t be so careless as to not have a valid report. S
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