“How did you know to do all this?” I asked Prudence.“I’ve read a lot of evidence collection reports. You wouldn’t imagine the amount of evid...nce that has to be discarded because it’s been badly collected.”A man whose name I didn’t know was the first to call out that he’d found something. A tiny corner of black polythene was now exposed. Prudence took a picture then the two men resumed. Progress was faster now that they knew what they were looking for and how deep it was. Even so, it was left to. For an hour a laid there feeling confused, not by how I was feeling that I knew by now I wanted her fact! but by what she had said. I could not tell if what she had said was her getting her English mixed up and she meant something else or if she was coming onto me. After thinking about it for a while I decided that if I didn’t have her I just might die. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed I and I noticed I was still in my P.E uniform which was shorts and a very tight fitting. ’ The woman looked at me sharply for a second and then nodded. ‘You’re a good man not to take advantage of an old lady.’ Grinning, I looked around and then asked, ‘Old lady? What old lady?’ The woman smiled and stuck out her hand. ‘I’m Helen and I’m a lot older than I look.’ I took her hand and replied, ‘My friends call me Tex and I’m older than I look also but you can’t be a day over thirty five.’ ‘Forty three actually but don’t tell anyone.’ ‘Add twenty years to that and you’ll have mine.’ ‘I. “Emergency! What is the nature of your emergency?” said the voice at the other end.“There’s been a shooting. You’ll need to send the police and the coroner.” I gave my name and the address.If the operator felt anything emotionally about these calls, she didn’t let it through on the phone. “Is the shooter still present?” she asked.“I’m the shooter. I won’t leave.”“Please stay on the line.”“I’m sorry; I need to make a few more calls.” I hung up, which was probably a crime, but I really didn’t.