Andy Coffin Of Andy And Leyley Novels & Stories

Lynn joined in a moment later, and soon all three of us were giggling like teenagers sharing secrets. "Oh my God, Lyn," Lynn gasped between laughs. "Only you would be worried about your sex life immediately after committing murder." "It's not murder yet," he protested. "It's just... extended torture with a fatal endpoint. Totally different." "Right," I said sarcastically. "I'm sure the legal distinction will be very important to the courts." Lyn grinned at me through the rearview mirror. "You say that like any of us are planning to get caught. Besides, officially, Andy died in a tragic cave-in. Very sad. Such a loss."

I looked at my son, Andy Lewis, lying peacefully at the hospital morgue, overwhelmed by grief at his lifeless body. Andy had always been a good kid. I had never once needed to worry too much for him, yet I had been a terrible father. I could not even care for and protect him. Andy suffered from a sudden liver failure, desperately needing a liver transplant. The only person whose liver was compatible was my wife, Vivian Grant. However, on the second day the results came out, she was sent abroad to further her career.