"Mark?" a quiet voice asked.
Mark sat up, the sleep leaving his body. "Roger? What's the matter?"
"April…April's dead." His voice was little more than a tearful whisper.
Mark glanced at the clock on the nightstand. 2:37. "Where are you?"
"Did you call 911?"
"Look, just stay there. We'll be there as soon as we can."
Mark heard the dial tone and hung up. Maureen rolled over, still half-asleep. "Who was it, baby?"
"He okay?" she asked as Mark climbed out of bed.
He grabbed his jeans off the floor and slid them on. "No. April's dead."
Maureen shot out of bed. "Oh my God! What? How?"
"I don't know. He just said she was dead and he's at her apartment."
Maureen went to the dresser and began to dress.
"What are you doing?" Mark asked, pulling a blue t-shirt over his head.
"Coming with you. Roger's my friend, too."
Mark nodded. "Okay. Five minutes. I just got to wake up Collins."
Maureen nodded and rummaged through a drawer for a clean sweater.
Mark strode down the hallway to Collins's room. He knocked on the door in warning and then opened it.
"Collins? Collins, wake up, man."
"What?" he asked, rolling over and sitting up.
"Get up. We got to go."
Collins glanced at his watch and yawned. "What the hell are you talking about? It's two in the morning."
"Roger just called. April's dead."
Collins leapt out of bed. "Give me two minutes."
Mark nodded and left him to dress. He went to the living room. Maureen sat on the couch twisting her rings on her fingers. She always did that when she got scared or nervous. Mark sat beside her and put an arm around her. She laid her head on his shoulder.
"You okay, babe?" he whispered.
She nodded into his shoulder. "I'll be fine."
Collins emerged a minute later and grabbed his coat from the back of the couch. "Let's go."
They knocked on the door to the apartment. It swung open so they went inside. Mark stepped protectively in front of Maureen as they tiptoed down the hall, unsure of what they'd find.
"Roger?" he called. The bathroom light was on.
Mark pushed open the door and saw her. April lay in the bathtub naked and bloody. Her wrists were slit. Mark closed the door before Maureen and Collins could see.
"Roger? Where are you?" Maureen said.
She heard a small noise from the living room and shook off Mark's arm to search. Maureen found him curled up in the corner of the living room. His eyes were bloodshot and teary. He hugged his knees to his chest, looking like more of a little boy than a faded rock star.
"Roger, baby, come here," she said, pulling him into her arms. "I found him!"
Roger let Maureen's arms slide around him and pull him in close. He buried his head in her shoulder and sobbed.
Collins saw them and went to the phone. He picked it up and dialed. "Yeah, um, I need to report a suicide. Address is…"