A Pain in the Neck
Hearing about a suicide was not my idea of the perfect wake-up call, especially after a middle-of-the-night emergency hospital visit. But when the frantic voice startled me from a deep sleep at 6 a.m., I threw on a pair of sweatpants and a tee shirt and hopped into the Jeep Sahara without hesitation. Two seconds after keying the ignition, I made a call to the local police chief, Lee Prestwick.
“For Pete’s sake, Doc, can’t you call at a civilized time?” The Chief growled, giving the impression she was still lazing about in bed. But I knew better. From when we were kids, Lee had always been an annoyingly early riser. By this time, she’d already run through her exercise routine, and was just settling down for her second cup of French Roast coffee.