Chapter II "A Death to Begin With" Sneal Peek

“A Death to Begin With”

“911, what is your emergency?”
“My grandmother, she needs help. She is not breathing. I thought she was sleeping but she is not, she is cold. You have to send someone, please” considering what was going on it was surprising that Sarah hadn’t break down to cry when telling the operator about the cold woman.
“Ok please calm down, I need to know your address so I can send someone” the operator’s name was Ethan Shepard. He had worked there for five years now. Anyone would have thought that by now he would be used to hearing desperate people in need, but he wasn’t, every time after he answered the phone and heard someone cry for help he would take a minute to think about those people and the people he loved and feared one day he would answer to someone he knew.
“Spring street 1129 between Minor and Summit Avenue in First Hill. It’s a blue house and it has a big oak and a parked black van.”
“Someone is on its way, please stay with me. How much time has it been since your grandmother stopped breathing?”
“I-I, I don’t know I just found her. I was making mojitos and her alarm went off and since she hadn’t turned it off I came to see her and found it this way…are you sure they are coming? Shouldn’t they be here by now?”
“They won’t take long. Is there any reason to think that your grandmother suffered trauma to her head”
“No, no, she’s in bed. She was sleeping. I don’t think so”
“Do you know how to give CPR?”
“No I don’t…wait! Yes I do, I took a course a while ago. I think I remember”
“Ok first of all you have to move the body on the ground, can’t be in the bed”
The body.
Cold.
Harsh.
True.