Fruit from the mole tree

This time, the phone did not wake him up. It did not interrupt his death as it had happened to him before. He lived the entire moment. He died but was still alive. He was in pain, dying, and his breathing slowed down. He was awakened by terror. He woke up in pain. He felt his chest. He did not find the hole, but the bullet‘s fire remained. He felt the groan of his heart covered with pain. His conscience pounded violently as if he was trying to leave his body. He did not get up or move. He remained sitting in his bed, staring at the wall, looking at it, but no. He saw him, he remained trapped in the moment of his death, and when he received the call he did not hear it the first time. The third time he heard the ringing and answered the call from Sarah telling him about a new murder case, and asking him insistently about the fate of the papers they found on the ebony table. He hung up on her when she repeated the question..