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Before I even knew I was doing it, I opened the door and jumped out of the car, slid between two parked cars at the curb, and ducked right under the police tape, just like it was the most normal thing.
Inside Under the Covers some of the policemen were just standing around, talk coming out of the walkie-talkies stuck in their belts. One of them was wearing really strong aftershave. They didnt notice me.
Behind the counter, a guy in a sport coat and tie was leaning over Jordans friend Dwight, the one whod owned Toob Sock, the ferret. Dwight was lying on the floor, rolled half on one hip, as if hed fallen.
I stared. His Harry Potter glasses were missing, and there was blood in his hair. His eyes were closed, but his mouth was open just a little. You could see the bottom of his chipped front tooth. I kept thinking, why is Dwight lying behind the counter taking a nap? But he wasnt sleeping. He was dead.
I was looking at a dead person.