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cocaine <strong>and</strong> doing neighborhood B &<br />
Es to buy drugs when he was arrested,”<br />
Emmitt said. “We never had any<br />
evidence he was selling. Like I said, the<br />
last I heard, he was off drugs <strong>and</strong> doing<br />
well. Rierson thinks Juan’s death was<br />
drug-related?”<br />
“That’s the current theory.”<br />
Emmitt stared down at the dead<br />
boy. Drugs <strong>and</strong> violence often went<br />
h<strong>and</strong>-in-h<strong>and</strong>, but these kids were<br />
younger than the usual victims. It<br />
was hard to imagine them as a threat<br />
to anyone. “If you want help with the<br />
notification, I’ll go with you. I know<br />
Deshawn’s gr<strong>and</strong>mother. She’s going<br />
to take this hard.” The woman was a<br />
member of Emmitt’s church, <strong>and</strong> he<br />
had known her for more than twenty<br />
years. She asked Emmitt for help when<br />
the boy had been arrested.<br />
Phoebe gave him a grateful look.<br />
“Thanks, Emmitt. I really appreciate it.<br />
I’ll give you a call when I finish here.”<br />
***<br />
On a Saturday afternoon a<br />
couple of months later,<br />
Phoebe called again. Emmitt was<br />
mowing the grass. The weather was<br />
unseasonably warm, <strong>and</strong> recent rains<br />
had encouraged a growth spurt that<br />
had the lawn looking scraggly. He took<br />
the phone from his wife in one h<strong>and</strong><br />
<strong>and</strong> the glass of iced tea she held out to<br />
him in the other <strong>and</strong> smiled his thanks.<br />
“What can I do for you, Phoebe?”<br />
“Emmitt, I hate to bother you on<br />
the weekend, but there’s been another<br />
shooting.”<br />
“Another kid?”<br />
“Yeah, I’m afraid so. He was<br />
dumped in the Coliseum lot last night<br />
or early this morning, over near the<br />
Education Building. A worker coming<br />
in to set up fair exhibits spotted the<br />
body. No ID. I was hoping you could<br />
have a look, see if you recognize him.”<br />
“You think it’s tied in with the other<br />
two?”<br />
“Too soon to say, but he’s about<br />
the same age, <strong>and</strong> the shooting looks<br />
similar.”<br />
Emmitt drank down the last of the<br />
tea in two long swallows <strong>and</strong> set the<br />
glass in the sink.<br />
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“What’s going on here, Phoebe?”<br />
“I don’t know, <strong>and</strong> I could use some<br />
help. We haven’t made any progress on<br />
the other two kids. Working a possible<br />
drug connection hasn’t produced any<br />
leads. Everywhere we’ve looked has<br />
been a dead end.”<br />
“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he<br />
said.<br />
“Another boy’s been shot?” his wife<br />
asked when he hung up the phone.<br />
Emmitt looked into eyes that<br />
mirrored his distress, “Phoebe wants<br />
me to have a look. See if I know him.”<br />
He showered <strong>and</strong> dressed in record<br />
time <strong>and</strong> gave his wife a brief hug on<br />
the way out the door.<br />
“I don’t know how long I’ll be, but<br />
I’ll give you a call if it looks like I’ll be<br />
late for dinner.”<br />
“Someone’s out there killing kids,”<br />
she said, her eyes on their two youngest<br />
sons who were shooting baskets on the<br />
driveway, “dinner can wait.”<br />
When Emmitt pulled into the<br />
parking lot, he didn’t have to guess<br />
where to go. A fire truck, an EMS van,<br />
<strong>and</strong> a half dozen police cruisers blocked<br />
access to the area near the Education<br />
Building. He added his car to the mix<br />
<strong>and</strong> threaded his way to the tape.<br />
Phoebe spotted him <strong>and</strong> waved him in.<br />
“Thanks for coming, Emmitt.” Her<br />
welcoming look almost made up for<br />
the scowl Rierson gave him when he<br />
stepped closer to the body.<br />
“What are you doing here?” Rierson<br />
asked.<br />
“I called him,” Phoebe said. Her<br />
expression told Emmitt she was<br />
embarrassed by her partner’s surliness.<br />
“I thought Emmitt might help us make<br />
an ID.”<br />
Emmitt was struck by the similarity<br />
to the scene in the park two months<br />
earlier. The kid was in his early teens,<br />
sprawled face-up on the damp, oily<br />
surface of the lot. This time a white boy,<br />
<strong>and</strong> Emmitt knew him. “Bryan Mabe,”<br />
he said.<br />
“Another juvenile delinquent.”<br />
Rierson shook his head in disgust.<br />
“He was only thirteen or fourteen,”<br />
Emmitt said, glaring at Rierson. “He’s<br />
been in trouble, but nothing to earn<br />
him something like this.”<br />
“I didn’t say he had. Just that none<br />
of these kids were angels. They ran in<br />
rough circles <strong>and</strong> it got them killed.”<br />
Rierson stalked off before Emmitt had<br />
a chance to reply.<br />
“Sorry, Emmitt,” Phoebe said. “He’s<br />
frustrated <strong>and</strong> taking it out on everyone<br />
in reach. What do you know about<br />
Bryan?”<br />
“His mother contacted CCS for<br />
help about a year ago when he was<br />
arrested with a bunch of kids who were<br />
v<strong>and</strong>alizing cars in West End. He’d been<br />
skipping school <strong>and</strong> hanging with gang<br />
members. She wanted to get him into a<br />
program, get him turned around before<br />
something more serious happened. The<br />
last I heard, he was doing better.” Emmitt<br />
turned to Phoebe. “If I remember right,<br />
he was referred to the same church<br />
group as Deshawn Reeves.”<br />
“Then they might have known one<br />
another,” Phoebe said. “We were never<br />
able to find any connection between<br />
Ramirez <strong>and</strong> Reeves. The Ramirez<br />
family left town as soon as the M.E.<br />
released the boy’s body. We couldn’t<br />
locate them after Reeves was shot.”<br />
“Did you talk to anybody at the<br />
church about Deshawn?”<br />
“Rierson did. The pastor told him<br />
Deshawn quit the program a couple of<br />
months before his death. Just stopped<br />
coming.”<br />
Emmitt thought back to the<br />
conversations he’d had with Deshawn’s<br />
gr<strong>and</strong>mother after the boy’s death.<br />
She’d been distraught <strong>and</strong> insistent that<br />
Deshawn was doing well, staying out of<br />
trouble. At the time he suspected it was<br />
wishful thinking on her part; this news<br />
pretty much confirmed it.<br />
“It’d be worth checking to see if<br />
Bryan ever attended the program,”<br />
Emmitt said. “We might get a lead<br />
that links these kids.” The first two<br />
deaths had been connected by police<br />
suspicions <strong>and</strong>, apparently, not much<br />
else. This third shooting made it clear…<br />
someone was out there killing kids. “I<br />
want to be in on this, Phoebe.”<br />
“There’s going to be a taskforce. We<br />
can use all the help we can get.”<br />
***<br />
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