“Please state your emergency.”
“I just heard a shot!” Stephanie Bond trembled, afraid for her life, as she wondered at the operators apparent placidity in the face of such a horrendous disaster.
“Would this be a gun shot?”
“Yes! At least, I think so! It sounded just like on TV!” Stephanie’s nerves seemed to be giving way to an excitement founded in her, rather obsessive, love of procedural dramas.
“Where are you now?” The operator asked.
“I’m in my apartment, the address is 680 East 77th street, between 2nd and 3rd. I’m in apartment 16F. Is someone coming to help?” Stephanie’s eyes lit up, her eagerness to be part of a real life mystery momentarily casting a fog over the more disturbing elements of said mystery.
“Yes ma’am. I’ll send someone over right now!”