somebodyâs got to try. You told me it was the woman who noticed the car first, right?â
âYes. Tyrone was turned away, talking to me in the backseat. Cherisse saw the car on its second pass by us, and mentioned it, but Tyrone was too busy to look. The third time by was when they started shooting.â
âCherisse didnât recognize anyone? Or the car?â
âShe didnât say. Only that sheâd noticed the car passing us more than once. They were going pretty slowly, and it was clear they were looking at us. There was nothing else to see on that block.â
âDid Chapman seem nervous?â
âOnly after sheâd seen the car a second time. Detective, what is this all about?â
Detective Hrivnak sighed. âLook, the department wants to close this case, call it a random shooting. Iâm not so sure, but I donât have much to go on, and nothing thatâs going to change their minds. Not yet.â
I knew the detective could be a bulldog when she wanted to find something, and she didnât take the easy way out. âWhy are you not sure?â
âSo far we havenât found any reason why anyone would want any of you dead, or at least out of commission or scared off. Of course, itâs only been one day, but nothing jumps out. No attempt at robbery, right?â
I shook my head. âNo. They could have stopped and grabbed wallets, purses, phones, whatever. They should know how long it would take the cops to show up, and they would have had time, right?â I hoped she didnât take that the wrong way, but Iâd seen myself that the cops had been skeptical about the 911 call.
âProbably. So they didnât want your cash or phones or whatever, and they kind of messed up the car, so it wasnât so they could take that.â
âThis about drugs?â Marty said.
âItâs a problem in that part of town, all right,â Detective Hrivnak told her. âAnd gangsâPuerto Ricans, Irish, black,Dominican, Polish, Asian. You name it, theyâre on the street dealing.â
I was beginning to wonder why I worked in Philadelphia at all, if it was so dangerous. Ignorance was bliss, maybe, but I couldnât claim to be ignorant any longer. âAny evidence that the house we were looking at was a drug, er, den?â
âNopeâit was too far gone to support a lot of traffic. This one was pretty exposed, so nobody could go in and out easily. Although that could cut both waysâno one could sneak up on the house without being noticed. But there are plenty of other houses to use.â
âDetective, what are you trying to tell us?â I finally asked.
âUnless it was some gang member proving himself, thereâs no reason for anyone who didnât know you to shoot at you. How old was the shooter?â
âNot a kid, if thatâs what youâre asking. I guessed thirties, or maybe late twenties. Do you know what the weapon was?â
âWhat, you canât identify a make and model from twenty feet while itâs firing at you?â she said snidely, then quickly corrected herself. âSorry, thatâs not fair. I know you know guns, but Iâll give you a pass this time. The slugs we removed from both victims were thirty-eight caliber.â
âThatâs pretty common for street punks, isnât it?â I said.
âYeahâit was nothing fancy. Not in the system, eitherâI had our lab check.â
We all digested that information for a few seconds. Then I said, âWhyâd you push to get the casings identified so quickly? I didnât think autopsies and forensic stuff happened so fast.â
âBecause you were there.â
âWhat?â Marty and I said in unison.
Hrivnakâs mouth twitched. âHow many crimes you been involved in? Five, six? Maybe Iâm superstitious, but I figure if youâre involved, it ainât gonna be an easy