“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.”

