It wasn't bad, but the long moment afterwards was.
The room was just the same. The windless heat, the jealous scent of Lisa's perfume mingled with the scent of her tawny unseen hair. His hands saw it though, blindly, so soft and silky under them. Lisa was so still, she died so gently.
The silence, while he hung there over Lisa, barely touching her hair, held as in a cup all the ache and the agony a man can endure.
As his fingers tightened he heard the insistent ringing of Lisa's telephone....
Then the telephone started to ring.
He didn't look at it. This sudden sound, shattering the cup of silence, made him shudder.
It rang and rang.