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I could hear the sound of the police sirens roaring in my ears. He was still there, laying on floor lifeless. Yet I knew he couldn’t be dead. I was absolutely sure I hadn’t aimed the gun right; my hands had been shaking so wildly. The sound of the sirens neared and I struggled to figure out if I should be running or not. I was almost positive I wouldn’t be the one getting arrested even if Mr. Hayes was dead but my thoughts – and my eyesight – were blurred and I couldn’t think straight. I stumbled toward the ladder leading out of the basement. Take it easy, nice slow, I thought, nice and slow. I tried concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.