| Wednesday, April 01, 2009 |
| Down in the park |
Perhaps because I've been a "Law & Order" fan for a good percentage of my adult life, I've always nurtured the rather macabre fantasy of stumbling across a dead body in a park. I imagine dialing 911 on my cell phone, the rapid response from the police, answering their questions -- "I was just walking in the park, minding my own business" -- and then following the case in the news. At first, the police would suspect the dead man's business partner of committing the murder because he was afraid that his colleague had discovered his embezzlement scheme. But then it would turn out the victim's wife had iced him because she was having a secret affair with his brother.
I was walking the dog in a nearby park when I noticed a guy lying face down in the grass. He wasn't moving. No one else was around. Now, this was just a small neighborhood park, consisting largely of a bit of lawn, some playground equipment, and an asphalt volleyball court with no net. It was hardly Central Park, the vast expanse in New York where so many corpses have been found over the years on "Law & Order."
I went over to the guy and stood about a foot away. No blood. I realized I didn't have my cell phone, so I couldn't call for help even if I wanted to. After staring at his torso for a minute or so, I could see his back move up and down, ever so slightly. He was breathing, and he didn't seem injured.
As we were leaving, I noticed someone else in the park -- a young man wearing a badge on a lanyard around his neck. He walked over to the guy and nudged him. The man on the ground lifted his face just enough so that I could see he had a scruffy beard. A local drunk, I'm guessing, passed out on the grass. There would be no need for police involvement, as long as he was out of there by the time school let out and kids started walking through the park.
Perhaps it won't come as a surprise that March was an all-mystery month for me. I only read three books last month: Peter Robinson's All the Colors of Darkness, Rhys Bowen's In Dublin's Fair City and Jeffrey Cohen's A Night at the Operation. Rhys and Jeff are clients of mine, but I'm also a fan! And Robinson is always good. |
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I share your fantasy. A few months ago a body was actually thrown from a car near an isolated freeway ramp we often take. We heard about this on the news as we approached the exit. I found myself fascinated by the huge bloodstain that remained after the body was removed. Frank was horrified, but I wasn't. I read too many mysteries.
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I share your fantasy. A few months ago a body was actually thrown from a car near an isolated freeway ramp we often take. We heard about this on the news as we approached the exit. I found myself fascinated by the huge bloodstain that remained after the body was removed. Frank was horrified, but I wasn't. I read too many mysteries.