We're sent on a priority to for the unresponsive, but when the cops get there they slow us down. It's a 10- a dead body.
We go in and walk down into the basement where we find the cops standing around the body.
A man in his forties is sitting on a couch, his head face down on a table covering a girlie magazine. On the right side of his head is a crack pipe, on the left a open can of Budweiser beer. His pants are around his ankles, and his right hand is riggored stiff clutching himself.
"How about that," my partner says. "Died coming and going at the same time."
