Waking Up Dead : The Murder of Anthony Randolph the 3rd

I appear dead, on the second floor landing. My body lay in a crumbled heap still in my tennis clothes. My smashed racket is beside me. The afternoon sun streams through the large stained glass window, dancing vibrantly upon the scene, almost making it seem I am still alive. I feel no pain and have no idea how I got here or what happened to me.
The only thing I remember is beating Gloria at tennis, sharing several drinks with Andrew at the club and driving home. Oh, and I am to meet Cynthia for dinner. Guess that won't happen. Wait...someone is coming up the stairs.