"How did he die?" Sarah gasped, that tidbit having been missing from the story she'd read.

Ben's discomfort at her excitement seemed to be lost on her. "He slipped on some wet tiles and fell, striking his head on the edge of a step."

"That's it? He slipped and bumped his head?" Don exclaimed.

"That's all it takes," Ben said.

"But... what was he doing when he slipped? What made him slip?" Sarah growled in frustration.

Ben was getting a little tired of keeping her entertained. He sighed. "The man was swinging a knife at the face of a woman I was standing beside. I yanked her back. He missed....