Chapter 9: Revelations
I got a call the next day, but not from the cop. It was a woman who claimed to be Shawn’s social worker. She wanted to come by to talk with me.
When we were both seated in my living room with cups of coffee, she opened her leather case and took out a manila envelope.
“This,” she said, handing it over, “is a small legacy for you.”
“What?” I opened the envelope and there it was, a printed statement, with a check stapled to it. It was for fifteen hundred dollars.
I stared at it, and then at the woman.
“You were named in his will,” she said.
“His will!” It seemed so incongruous, even more so than the fact that he had fifteen hundred dollars to throw around.
“There were other items that went to other beneficiaries.”
I shook my head. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I just—d
