Chapter 15With the patient passed out upstairs after a perfunctory sponge down that Webber helped her with, they settled down around the table in the kitchen.
“Now,” said Sylvia in the quiet, firm voice she used with children when she did their inoculations, “will one of you please tell me what the hell is going on?”
“Dr Marks…” Webber began.
“Sylvia, please. And you are Matthew. And you are Robert. Yes?” She gathered up both their gazes. “Start at the beginning. Not today. Start with what was wrong with your brother, please, Matthew.”
Webber swallowed and stared at her.
“What?” he said.
At the same time as Curland said, “You said it was cancer, probably, when you signed the death certificate. Liver cancer.”
“Yes, I did, didn’t I? And it might have been. But I don’t think it was, wa
