I sat down on the edge of the bed so that I could look at him, taking advantage of the situation and just drink in his beauty.
But, then, as I sat there, it struck me that something was wrong. He didn’t look right. I stood up and stared. His posture, the way he was lying, didn’t look right.
I leaned down, reached out, and tentatively touched his forearm.
It was cold.
I sat down on the bed, and felt for his heart. Nothing.
“Oh, my God!” I murmured.
The man was dead! 6: Cops
I sat there for several minutes, incapable of thought or action. Then I got shakily to my feet, went into my office, and called 911.
Afterwards I got dressed, went downstairs, and made coffee. I was just starting to sip this when the knock came on the door—making me start and spill much of the contents of the cup; it was so loud!
“Don’t break down the door!” I muttered as I went to answer it.