Chapter 5The autopsy wasn’t bad. At least I didn’t disgrace myself by throwing up. Not that I’d expected to. This was nothing compared to shooting a man in the face at point blank range and watching his skull disintegrate as his face come out of the back of his head.
Mr. Vincent called it short when he received a message from headquarters. He spoke to Mr. Wallace, spoke to his secretary, Ms. Parker, then turned to speak to me.
“Matheson, I have a job for you.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Let’s go take a ride.”
We went out to the parking lot and got in his car, the same make and model as mine but a newer year. Once we were on the road, he started talking.
“If I recall correctly, you lived in Cambridge for a time, so you’re familiar with the Boston area.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Someone in Huntingdon’s Boston
