Murder on the Lawn - Part 1
I'll admit it: blogging helps me process life, sometimes. So, here I go - processing this past week.
Our neighbourhood is very safe. We enjoy a quiet, almost country-like feel where we live - our lawn has mature pine trees and we sit a bit back from the street, but not so far back we don't see what happens out there.
Usually I am asleep at 11 p.m. But a week ago we had a young friend over to stay the weekend. She and I were up late chatting about general life stuff - you know how that is, I suppose.
We noticed police lights outside. Normally I wouldn't bother checking it out. But there were multiple emergency vehicles - three police cars, then an ambulance. A car was stopped at our corner and three people were standing there huddled in the cold, without coats. I grabbed shoes, as I noticed a man lying on the lawn. I didn't want to disturb Sam, but he awoke and I merely said, "I think there's a guy passed out or dead on our front lawn. Don't get up. I'll be back in a few." Of course Sam, bleary-eyed, ignored this and got up to see what was happening. And of course I was cool-headed and just operated on a 'what-can-I-do' mentality.
I walked out to where the activity was and talked to the people gathered around. A man was shaking and bloody and holding his hands away from himself, talking about all that had happened. Police were there taking statements. I offered for the man to clean up in our house.
Click here for Part 2.
Our neighbourhood is very safe. We enjoy a quiet, almost country-like feel where we live - our lawn has mature pine trees and we sit a bit back from the street, but not so far back we don't see what happens out there.
Usually I am asleep at 11 p.m. But a week ago we had a young friend over to stay the weekend. She and I were up late chatting about general life stuff - you know how that is, I suppose.
We noticed police lights outside. Normally I wouldn't bother checking it out. But there were multiple emergency vehicles - three police cars, then an ambulance. A car was stopped at our corner and three people were standing there huddled in the cold, without coats. I grabbed shoes, as I noticed a man lying on the lawn. I didn't want to disturb Sam, but he awoke and I merely said, "I think there's a guy passed out or dead on our front lawn. Don't get up. I'll be back in a few." Of course Sam, bleary-eyed, ignored this and got up to see what was happening. And of course I was cool-headed and just operated on a 'what-can-I-do' mentality.
I walked out to where the activity was and talked to the people gathered around. A man was shaking and bloody and holding his hands away from himself, talking about all that had happened. Police were there taking statements. I offered for the man to clean up in our house.
Click here for Part 2.
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