He looked at the row of police officers standing quietly behind him, all staring at the coffin with serious faces. Did they know the real story behind his dad’s death? Or were they as clueless as the other mourners?
His eyes moved from face to face, searching for any sign of knowledge or guilt. There had to be someone who knew the real story. But who could it be? They all looked so serious and hard to read. Jason couldn’t tell who was truly upset and who might be pretending. Surely, some of them must have their own guesses about what happened, right? But how could he find out who?