The Footprints of God [antikvár]

CHAPTER 1 "My name is David Tennant, M.D. Fm professor of ethics at the University of Virginia Medicai School, and if you're watching this tape, Fm dead." I took a breath and gathered myself. I didn't want to rant. Fd mounted my Sony camcorder on a tripod and rotated the LCD screen in order to see myself as I spoke. Fd lost weight over the past weeks. My eyes were red with fatigue, the orbits shiny and dark. I loöked more like a hunted criminal than a grieving friend. "I don't really know where to begin. I keep seeing Andrew lying on the floor. And I know they killed him. But Fm getting ahead of myself. You need facts. I was born in 1961 in Los Alamos, New Mexico. My father was James Howard Tennant, the nuclear physicist. My mother was Ann Tennant, a pediatrician. Fm making this tape in a sober state of mind, and Fm going to deposit it with my attorney as soon as I finish, on the understanding that it should be opened if I die for any reason. "Six hours ago, my colleague Dr. Andrew Fielding