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had the most beautiful face he'd ever seen, so warm and friendly, features that were so smooth and enticing that all he wanted to do was touch and caress them. Then everything was gone and there was only silence and darkness.
     
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    "What happened?" the burly police officer asked as he sorted through the crowd of spectators that encircled the body on the ground. The paramedics were putting their equipment away. One of them looked toward the policeman and shook his head, indicating that the man was dead.
    "I don't understand it. I was backing the garbage truck out of the pickup area, and all my lights and alert sirens are working fine," a man said, pointing to his large truck. "I never saw this poor fella but, for the life of me, I can't understand why he never saw or heard me."
    "Witnesses? Did anyone see what happened?" the officer asked.
    "Yes, sir, I did," a young woman said.
    "What did you see?"
    "It was the strangest thing," she began. "He," she pointed toward the body, "was just standing there and he was…smiling. He had the most contented look that I have ever seen in my life. He just stood there as if oblivious to everything around him."
    "Anyone know his name?"
    "His name was Greg… Greg Carlson."
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
    SARAH MCCLENDON
     
    Sarah McClendon aligned the paper clips on her report, small side facing in and two inches from the left side of the paper. The folder which contained the report was brand new, labeled, typed and dated neatly. She flipped each page, being careful not to crimp or crease any of them. She glanced over every word for the third time in the past hour, checking to make sure she had not missed anything. No smudges, no fluctuations in ink contrast. Finally satisfied, she closed the folder and placed it off to one side of her immaculate desk.
    She checked the clock, smiling to herself; the report was not due to her boss for another twenty-four hours. She was quite proud to submit her findings ahead of schedule, as usual . Mr. Gordon will be pleased, she thought. He commented constantly about how well she had been doing in the short time she had been working for the company. Just thinking about those comments made her feel warm inside; she lived for those types of compliments.
    She decided to take the report to her boss now, instead of waiting any longer. She picked up the folder, being careful not to scrape the fingernail polish from her conservative-length nails onto any of the pages. She stepped around the desk to check her appearance in the full-length glass panel that separated her work area from the rest of the office.
    She was slender and physically fit, and had long black hair that went midway down her back which she brushed religiously each night before she went to bed. She was light-skinned, but used that to her advantage with her choice of clothing to contrast with her dark hair and eyes. Her face was smooth with well-defined cheeks, her lips full but not too large, her nose slender and proportioned to her face.
    As her eyes inched their way down the image in the glass, she stopped, her eyes widening because, to her dismay, she noticed unsightly wrinkles in her skirt. She knew immediately that she would have to correct them before leaving her work area, especially before she went in to see her boss with the report. She reached into her lower desk drawer, removed the wrinkle remover and plugged it into the nearest electrical receptacle.
    While waiting for it to heat, she sat in her chair and swiveled it so she could get a view of the blue sky and clouds through the only window that was on this floor of the building. She needed to compose herself for her visit to Mr. Gordon's office. She felt a little out of sorts today because her sleep had been interrupted by a disturbing dream last night. The beginning alone had disturbed her, just because of its location. She had actually been in a nightclub of all places! Even worse, she was sitting at a,