When the office phone rang on that late August afternoon, I didn’t think much of it.  I took one hand off the keyboard and brought the phone up to my ear, cradling it against between my head and shoulder then tried to resume the email I was typing.

“Hi, I’m with the <county> police department. Am I speaking to Michael Marchi?” 

I stopped typing.  “Yes. “

“Is your brother, Steven Marchi?” Continue reading →