:29:01
I wondered who he was,
the poor dead bastard.
:29:05
Why had he panicked
when I put the finger on him?
:29:08
I was in for a surprise.
:29:15
The guy was a fag, a transvestite.
:29:18
That explained his panic, but not his death.
:29:21
An ugly thought made my waters curdle.
That should have been me in there.
:30:14
Miller was my stand-in with death.
:30:35
Morning! It was election day,
so the Muzak at breakfast was a little unusual.
:30:41
I ordered tomato juice,
then cancelled out of respect for the dead.
:30:45
I didn't fancy a bath, either.
:30:47
I expected the place to be moving with police
like maggots in a ripe Camembert.
:30:52
Not one! Not a cop, tracker dog
or bandage mechanic.
:30:57
Not a reporter, photographer
or clairvoyant in sight.