Me, a letterbox, and murder
Prologue 6 pm, Monday, 13 January 2025. I step out of the kitchen after cleaning up from dinner - spaghetti bolonaise and organic penne - and walk into the front room. As I look out the window I see two ambulances parked outside, and a white four wheel drive next to them. "WTF!" I think to myself. It has been hot for the last couple of days - 30-32°C - and the house is all closed up, so I do not hear any sirens or commotion from the back room. They could have been there for half a hour for all I know. I quickly pick up my t-shirt and walk out the front door. Looking down I see a young boy, about 12, laying on the edge of the footpath, near the letterbox. He is wearing a bike helmet and has a large, dark green whistle in his mouth given him by one of the ambulance officers, or ambos as we call them. His left leg is wrapped on three sides up to his thigh in a white cardboard casket, with bandages on the top. Next to him are two female ambos, and a male ambo standing behind....