“Sheriff,” I greeted clinically, then sat up in bed and moved sideways to make space for Jayce to join me. “Buried my mom’s body yet?” I asked. The sheriff arched a brow at me. “Sure did.” “Was an autopsy performed?” He shook his head. “No.” Interesting. “Where was she buried?” “Next to your father.” “And I assume she got a proper burial?” He pursed his lips as he studied me. “Only the basic formalities were undertaken, I’ll tell you that.”
I’m confused, how was his mother already buried? It’s only been a couple hours
