Chapter 133

By then, the EMTs were putting his body onto a stretcher, which they shoved into the back of the ambulance. “We’ll drop this off at the morgue,” one of them told the cops.

Daw wanted to shout, “It’s not a ‘this.’ It’s me. I was alive until…until…” He didn’t. Why bother? He watched the ambulance pull away. The cops spent a few minutes checking the area and taking notes, probably to file some sort of report on the death of another homeless person, Daw figured.

One of them did go up to the roof, returning a couple of minutes later to tell his partner there was nothing that indicated if the ‘the victim’ had jumped or fell accidentally. “Probably an accident,” he said. “Had too much to drink, although there’s no bottle, or was drugged up.”

“I don’t drink, and I wasn’t on drugs. I was thrown off, you idiot,” Daw said angrily, but of course they didn’t hear him. Moments later, they returned to their squad car and drove away.