"911.
But the bandage around her forehead tells a different.
Chestnut hair tumbles around a pretty face, rose petals tangled in the loose strands.
The beautiful young woman on the stretcher could be on her honeymoon.
Please, come quickly--" And then a click, and the drone of a dial tone. "She\'s dying." "Oh no, oh no, he\'s coming back.
She\'s been shot," says a desperate voice, as footsteps echo down an alley.
What\'s your emergency?" "He came for her. "911