A woman lies dying in a pool of blood at the bottom of a staircase. Her husband, a novelist, calls 911. It is 2.40am.
“My wife had an accident,” says a frantic Michael Peterson. “She’s still breathing!”
A woman lies dying in a pool of blood at the bottom of a staircase. Her husband, a novelist, calls 911. It is 2.40am.
“My wife had an accident,” says a frantic Michael Peterson. “She’s still breathing!”