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The<br />
PRoGRAM<br />
Emmitt Speaks stooped to duck<br />
under the yellow <strong>and</strong> black<br />
plastic tape strung between the oaks<br />
at the edge of the playground. Kneehigh<br />
grass made for slow progress. By<br />
the time he reached the steep bank<br />
overlooking the creek, his shirt stuck to<br />
his back, <strong>and</strong> he felt like he was gargling<br />
rather than breathing the August air.<br />
Phoebe Sorenson shaded her<br />
eyes with a h<strong>and</strong> as she looked up<br />
from the creek bed. Tendrils of hair<br />
that escaped from her ponytail curled<br />
around her sweat-soaked face. The<br />
homicide detective greeted Emmitt<br />
with a sympathetic look <strong>and</strong> a nod in<br />
the direction of the body lying face-up<br />
in the shallow stream.<br />
“Rierson said he was another one of<br />
yours.”<br />
Emmitt had more than twenty-five<br />
years on the job, most of them in the<br />
Winston-Salem Police Department’s<br />
Juvenile Section. He liked the young<br />
homicide detective: she was sharp,<br />
meticulous, <strong>and</strong> a team player. He<br />
couldn’t say the same for Rierson.<br />
The man was arrogant, abrasive, <strong>and</strong><br />
in Emmitt’s experience, generally<br />
uncooperative. It was a good thing<br />
Phoebe was primary on the case;<br />
Rierson wouldn’t have bothered to<br />
notify him.<br />
“I appreciate the call,” Emmitt<br />
said. He stared down at the body of a<br />
young black male, barely into his teens.<br />
“Deshawn Reeves. What can you tell<br />
me, Phoebe?”<br />
“Not much, so far. A Reynolds High<br />
School student spotted the body about<br />
eight when he was cutting through the<br />
park on his way to school. Ran up to the<br />
school to get help. The principal <strong>and</strong><br />
the resource officer,” she consulted her<br />
notebook, “John Tate, came down to<br />
have a look, <strong>and</strong> Tate called it in.”<br />
“Who ID’d him?”<br />
“Tate did. Said the boy was a CCS<br />
kid: trouble with a capital ‘T’.”<br />
Emmitt worked with the Center for<br />
Community Safety, a group that had<br />
been organized to help turn around<br />
repeat juvenile offenders. Most of the<br />
kids referred to the Center had spent<br />
time in Forsyth County Youth Services,<br />
<strong>and</strong> some in state detention, more than<br />
a few for violent offenses.<br />
“How did he die?”<br />
“Gunshot to the back of the head.<br />
Still waiting on the M.E. I’m keeping the<br />
area clear for him <strong>and</strong> the crime scene<br />
guys. Tate <strong>and</strong> the principal already<br />
tracked up the stream bed pretty good<br />
when they came down to check on him.<br />
I don’t want anyone else down here.”<br />
“What’s taking so long? I thought<br />
you said he was found around eight.”<br />
“Big wreck on fifty-two, three or<br />
four cars <strong>and</strong> more than one casualty.<br />
M.E.’s got his h<strong>and</strong>s full this morning.”<br />
By Cyndy Edwards Lively<br />
She shifted her gaze to body. “What can<br />
you tell me about the kid?”<br />
“The last I heard,” Emmitt said,<br />
“Deshawn was accepted into a program<br />
run by a church out in the county <strong>and</strong><br />
was doing well: off drugs, attending<br />
school, <strong>and</strong> staying out of trouble.<br />
Guess the report was overly optimistic.”<br />
“Any connection you know of to<br />
Juan Ramirez?”<br />
Emmitt shook his head.<br />
“Other than both having contact<br />
with CCS, I can’t think of any. I doubt<br />
they ran in the same circles.”<br />
Juan had been two years older<br />
<strong>and</strong> barely spoke English when he<br />
entered the system. The first time he<br />
was arrested for breaking <strong>and</strong> entering,<br />
he had only been in the country a few<br />
weeks. His third arrest earned him six<br />
months in the Stonewall Jackson Youth<br />
Development Center in Concord.<br />
Three months after his release, his body<br />
had been dumped in a shopping center<br />
parking lot on the east side of town.<br />
Cause of death, a bullet to the back of<br />
the head. Rierson was the primary on<br />
Juan’s homicide investigation. It had<br />
been five or six weeks, <strong>and</strong> Emmitt<br />
hadn’t heard of any progress on the<br />
case.<br />
“Rierson said Juan was dealing <strong>and</strong><br />
using cocaine,” Phoebe said. “What<br />
about Deshawn?”<br />
“He was using marijuana <strong>and</strong><br />
66 <strong>Suspense</strong> <strong>Magazine</strong> September 2012 / Vol. 038