As soon as Mary got off the kitchen phone, I told her, quietly, “I think there’s been an accident.” Of course, that didn’t stop her from pushing past me, rushing into the bathroom, and screaming, freakishly. I called Cameron, who was there in seconds, followed by the real cops. Then Cameron sent me back to the office, “To cover the phones,” he insisted, though the real police were already asking, “What had I seen?” “What did Mary and I touch?” “Did you try CPR?”
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