I go back to the kitchen and pick up my cell phone to
dial 911. A woman answers and identifies herself. She asks
for my name and location. I give her both. Then I explain
that I'm a Realtor showing the house and found a dead man
upstairs. I leave out the "naked" and "boss" part of
the
story.
She says she'll send the police right over and then
asks
if I'm in any immediate danger. I tell her I don't think
so. She asks if I'm alone. I tell her yes. She asks if
I'm
sure, and suddenly I realize that I never checked the rest
of the house.
I admit to not having seen all the rooms, but really,
how many dead bodies would you expect to find? She agrees,
but then cautions me that maybe someone who is not dead
could be in the house.
I catch my breath as I realize what she means. Suddenly
I'm straining to hear every sound. Why, oh why did I let
the other people go? Not that either of them looked like
they could protect us. Well, maybe her. But I know I could
outrun the two of them, and really, in the end, isn't
that
what counts?