Life SentenceI'm awake again, shaking, sweating. My heart is racing and I stare into the dark. I can't close my eyes. I fear the images too many to count. They swim behind my eyelids; I am drowning in their terror. Suicides, heart attacks, murders, car crashes. The images come again and again. All the dead people I have to touch their legs, their arms, reach into their pockets, look into their unseeing eyes for clues. From the moment two police officers walked