![]() ![]() Under his right hand which was placed palm down on his chest, was a framed picture of him and his wife.įaye lifted Sam’s wrist and felt for his pulse. Sixty-six-year-old Sam Murray lay on his back, his left arm dangling over the side, his face locked in a look that suggested surprise more than anything else. Susie!she screamed as she peered in through the bedroom door. She couldn’t help but notice how neat and tidy the apartment was-clearly her sister’s handiwork. She knew what that usually meant.įaye took a deep breath and made her way directly to Sam Murray’s bedroom. Her sister had been cleaning and caring for Sam Murray since late in the afternoon, but when Faye called from the hospital just before the end of her private-duty shift, there was no answer. Susie, are you still here?įaye raised her eyebrows quizzically in the ensuing silence. She inserted it in the lock and opened the door. ![]() When no one came to the door, she dug under the welcome mat and came up with a key. ![]() She pressed the buzzer, waited, then pressed the buzzer again. ![]() She was dressed in her nurse’s uniform and looked as though she had just come from work. Faye Sullivan drove into the parking lot of the Murrays’ apartment complex and hurried out of her car toward their unit. ![]()
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