5
Back at my office, I pour myself a bourbon and set it down on the folding card table I’m using as a temporary desk. I need to slow down and think things through. Maybe it was a suicide.
My gut says no.
I check my watch. I took the three blocks back to my office at a brisk walk and I’m not sure of exactly how much time has passed between the hanging and my discovery of the body. I reach for my glass and find myself picking up the phone instead. It’s just a hunch. I know it won’t prove anything. But before any more time can slip away, I’ve called the dharma center.
An unfamiliar male voice answers: “Tashi delek! Diamond Path Dharma Center. How may I help you?”
“Is Geshe Norbu available?”
“He’s out on an errand. Would you like to leave a message?”
I leave my name, then hang up and pu
