When the autopsy report came back, investigators began building their case. I died from a prolonged, severe asthma attack that deprived me of oxygen until my heart stopped. The report included a specific finding.
Had her companions promptly returned her inhaler or sought medical attention as soon as the ride reached the ground, she would have had a good chance of survival.
They'd had more than one chance. When the ride came down. When the staff offered to examine me. When they laid me on the bench. Even at the first announcement, there might still have been time. They'd walked away every time.
In an interview room, an officer pushed the report across the table to Dylan. "Why were you so sure she was faking it?"
His voice was dry. "Things like this had happened before."
"Did she need h
