Forty-Eight Hours
He put himself in the doorway, physically, between me and the people in the hall.
He said, loudly, to a hallway with fourteen people in it, “Nobody comes in this room.”
He went to his office and pulled the paperwork on that cremation and put it on his desk and did not let it out of his sight.
And he telephoned the police himself, on the landline, separately from my call, which meant there were two independent reports from that address inside nine minutes, from two people, one of whom had no interest in anything.
I have asked him why, since.