Casper Antony Phillips spent the first four years of his life in Cambridgeshire, being raised by his single mother.
He had no extended family. No wacky aunts or uncles. No loving grandparents. No father figure. Just his mum.
One car accident changed that. With no English family, and limited prospects of permanent foster placement, Casper's social worker spent the better part of a month finding Casper's biological father, a network technician in the US navy.
Cpl Richard A. Mattherson had no prior knowledge of his son, and even less of an idea on how to raise a son. Especially one like Casper.
With some help, the pair had made it work. Just. It had been one year and forty eight days since Casper had first met his dad.
Now, Mattherson last on the floor of his front room, two slugs piercing his forehead.
