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Story: The Last Party

1:57 a.m. Call began

DISPATCH: 9-1-1, police, fire, or medical?

714-555-3612: Police.

DISPATCH: What’s your name and address?

714-555-3612: Grant Wultz. I’m at a neighbor’s house but need the police to come to 229 Timothy Drive in Brighton Estates.

DISPATCH: What’s your emergency?

714-555-3612: My wife just killed herself.

DISPATCH: How did she do that, sir?

714-555-3612: Um, a knife. She cut her throat.

DISPATCH: Do you need an ambulance?

714-555-3612: No.

DISPATCH: Are you certain? Did you check to see if she had a pulse?

714-555-3612: No. I, um ... no. But I’m pretty sure. Her eyes were open. She looked ... I-I’m sorry, this is really hard—

DISPATCH: Okay, we’re sending officers there now. It looks like this is a gated neighborhood, sir. Is that correct?

714-555-3612: Yes. I can call the guard gate and let them know—

DISPATCH: No, that’s fine. We’ll coordinate with them. Did you see it happen?

714-555-3612: *inaudible mumbling*

DISPATCH: Sir? Sir? I need you to be here with me.

714-555-3612: I’m sorry, I have to go, my daughter is here.

DISPATCH: Okay, are you going back to your house, sir?

714-555-3612: Yes. I can meet the police there.

DISPATCH: Okay, don’t go back inside. The officers are going to meet you in front of the house, do you understand?

714-555-3612: Yes.

DISPATCH: They are about six minutes away. I’m also calling an ambulance just to be safe.

714-555-3612: Okay I’ll go over there right now.

2:01 a.m. Call ended