Nothing. She felt nothing. Resting her cheek over his mouth, hoping for his breath to mist over her skin, Hannah began to shake with fear. What was happening? Was she cursed? First her friend, now her boyfriend, and in such a short space of time! Touching Jay and still feeling no response or sign of life, she ran to the phone. Dialling 999, she felt her world had been torn apart. Jay, beautiful, kind, caring Jay. Why would anyone want to hurt him? He was the nicest man in the whole world. Was. Listening to the operator, she didn’t touch a thing; she knew that there would be an investigation; and she didn’t want to tamper with any evidence; she had read that in the crime novels she loved so well. Although, looking around… she could see the till was still locked. Turning to the displays, she could see that the alcohol, cigarettes and scratch cards were all in their usual places. That seemed odd. Looking around, the only unusual part of the scene was Jay’s dead body next to her on the floor.
