Chapter 8

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. So either someone in Savannah was in on it, or someone in the law office was.

“Hold on a second,” I told Matheson. I covered the receiver. “Quinn, I need you to make an appointment to see your lawyers. The office will probably be closed today—”

“Yes, Mark. Not everyone has your perseverance when it comes to their job.”

I pretended I hadn’t heard that. “—so call on Monday and try for an appointment as soon as possible.”

“Yes, Mark,” he said again.

“Wiseass,” I muttered. I reached out and pinched his hip.

He leaned into me, and I thought he was going to kiss me, but instead he nipped my ear.