The commanding officer on scene, a Lieutenant Kowalski, made the call. Not to dispatch. Not to the borough commander. He called a number that wasn’t in any directory.
Outside, the wind picked up. On the corner of Centre Street, a lamppost flickered three times. A man in a long coat stood perfectly still beneath it, facing the brick wall of the municipal building. He was not blinking. He was not breathing. nypd uf 49
Patrol responded. Two officers approached. The report stated they tried verbal commands. Nothing. They attempted to make physical contact. The officer’s hand passed through the subject’s shoulder as if it were smoke, yet a thermal camera registered a core temperature of minus twelve degrees Fahrenheit. The commanding officer on scene, a Lieutenant Kowalski,
Marcus shook his head. “No one has. And no one asks.” He called a number that wasn’t in any directory