Scott: 2013
There are phone calls you expect and ones that shake you to the core. Scott was sitting at his desk in the precinct, typing a report, when his cell phone rang.
“Hedrich,” he answered.
“I’m trying to contact a Scott Hedrich,” said a female voice.
“That would be me. Detective Scott Hedrich, Metro Police Department.”
“This is Sibley Memorial Hospital. Your name is listed as next of kin on Mark Stenner’s paperwork. I am correct in assuming he is someone you know?”
“Yes,” Scott said warily. “He’s my best friend. Is he okay?”
“He’s had a heart attack and is currently in the emergency room being assessed.”
Scott thought he was going to hyperventilate. “But he’s still alive…?”
“Yes. The information I was given is incomplete, all I know is he’s being evaluated now.”
“I’ll be t
