Chapter Two
For a second, I stared at him, frozen. Then I rushed forward to make sure Roger wasn’t still breathing and needed help. Finding no pulse and seeing that his eyes were open and unfocused, I took a deep breath, found my phone with shaking hands, and called the police as I carefully made my way back to the front yard again.
What must have been two minutes later, I could already hear a distant siren. And then another. And then another. In a town like Whitby, emergency personnel didn’t have as much to do on a regular basis—and then all showed up in concert for a big event like this.
Another couple of minutes later, a police car, an ambulance, and a fire truck pulled up in front of the house, sirens wailing and lights flashing. And seconds after they arrived, every neighbor on the
