“What?” Terry asked.
“That cop, the detective. The one that’s been asking questions.”
“What about him?” Terry asked.
“He’s right in front of me,” Frank said. “With his back to me. He’s bending over to get a newspaper. He’s beginning…” Frank knelt down and smiled. The receiver slipped out of his hands and twisted at the end of its chord. His face turned pale. Suddenly there was no more guilt. He smiled. His last breath slipped out of his lips in a low whistle.
“Frank!” Terry’s voice cried from the receiver. “Frank, what’s happening? Frank!”
The End
Jack straightened out the glasses on the shelf. He turned around.
“You were saying?” the young officer sitting at the bar asked.
“You didn’t know Sam?”
The young officer shook his head.
“Sam had your job for years around here. Knew almost everyone. Was always a regular here. After hours. Never drank on duty. You want a refill?”
The officer glanced around the empty room and nodded. Jack drew a draught of beer and placed it on the bar.
“I guess it was his biggest case. He was never the same afterward.
Who would be? He retired a few months later. It was Sam’s habit to walk up the corner there, pick up the paper, come in here for a drink. We’d discuss whatever was making the headlines. One day he comes in here, white as a ghost. Doesn’t say anything. Just asks for a drink. Downs it, then asks for a second. Tells me he just discovered a body on the sidewalk. Not half an hour before. The guy, an old guy named Frank Gray, was lying on the sidewalk, his mouth open, his lips barely moving. Sam hadn’t noticed him standing in the telephone booth. A whistling sound had attracted Sam’s attention, which is why he turned around. The receiver was dangling. Sam looked down on old Frank. He said he was as gray as the sidewalk. He knelt down to feel his pulse. He couldn’t find one. There was someone yelling on the receiver. Frank grabbed it and called for help. Whoever it was, hung up. Sam phoned emergency and waited. Sam kept blaming himself for the old man’s death. Said he should have used mouth to mouth, but instead he just stood there, frozen, waiting. Sam said it felt like he waited an eternity. After the ambulance left, a cop car showed up. They questioned Sam. I guess they didn’t recognize him. After the cops left, Sam said he stood there alone for the longest time, just staring at the sidewalk. There was a stain on the cement. It was all that was left of the old man.” The young officer shook his head. “I never heard that story before.”
“Well,” Jack said, “you’re new to the area. It’s mostly a quiet peaceful place except for that one summer. Most of the young officers that come in here complain that there isn’t enough action. I don’t tell them about those times. I figure they’ll hear about it sooner or later.”
“Why did you tell me?” the officer asked.
Jack shook his head. “I don’t know.”
The officer took a swallow of beer and then stepped away from the bar.
“By the way,” he asked before he left the bar, “whatever happened to Sam?”
Jack shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. After that day with the old man, I never saw him again.”
