I’m resident repair tech at Cedars Sinai off Beverly in West Hollywood. I did all the repair cases in the hospital and doctors towers, a nice black chick nick named Chocolate did all the installations. If one of us was swamped, they helped out the other tech. Now, big hospitals have big morgues. Cedars has a hundred gurney slots, reached in high rows with mechanical lifts. it took a special key to get down there. The main phone room was right next door. One of the forensic docs tells me in the elevator a paging speaker is out. I tell him I’ll come by before lunch and replace it. One of those round, flush ceiling types. As I promised, I knock on the double steel doors. A doc inside points down a long hallway to the defective speaker. I walk past about a dozen stiffs under sheets awaiting his attention. I set down my three foot ladder, climb up with the speaker. A hand shoots out from beneath a sheet and grabs me. Oh, yeah, they got me. They got me good…