Chapter 58

Andrew poured two glasses of scotch from the bottle on his desk, offering one to the detective.

"I appreciate you coming over, Detective," Andrew said, taking a sip of his drink. "I imagine you were referring to my phone call since three weeks ago, right?"

Detective Stone nodded gravely. "Yes, Mr. Reynolds. I have to admit, what you told me had me concerned."

He wasted no time in delivering the news. "She's clean, Andrew. Your wife, Miss Amelia, is clean. She had nothing to do with your accident," he said, his tone professional.

Andrew breathed a sigh of relief, but then the detective continued. "The only thing we found was her and Henry's past," he said, watching Andrew's reaction closely.

"It seems your wife had a past with your cousin. Were you thinking they were working together to get rid of you?"

Andrew sipped his wine, trying to keep his composure. "I found out about them in my coma," he said, his voice low.

Detective Stone raised an eyebrow. "In your coma?" he repeated.

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