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NATIONAL CITY –- APRIL 10 1:00 AM PRESIDENTS STREET -- NORTHEASTERN BOROUGH
TW: mild violence description and drug references
Detectives Alex Danvers and Jimmy Olsen arrive at the crime scene, a body is covered by a blanket, a team is already processing the evidence, taking pictures, marking the spots of the bullet caskets and canvassing the surrounding area.
“What do we have here?” Alex asked.
“Male, white, late twenties early thirties,” Officer Nia Nal said. “Three shots to the thoracic area from a nine-millimeter. No murder weapon, and no witnesses other than the guy who made the 911 call.”
“Any security cameras?”
Nia shook her head. “No. This is a pretty isolated spot in a bad part of town. The gangs probably took them down.”
“Time of death?” Detective Olsen asked.
“Judging by body temperature, somewhere between ten and eleven p.m.”
“Thank you. We’ll take it from here,” Detective Danvers said.
They moved toward the man who had been waiting near the patrol car, arms folded tight against the cold.
“Hello, sir. Very early good morning,” Alex said, softening his tone. “Tell us your name and what you saw.”
“My name is Winn Schott,” the man replied. “And I can’t tell you a lot. I didn’t actually see anyone shoot. I was going to get something for my hangover at the store a couple blocks from here, and just as I was walking in, I heard the shots. Two or three—I’m not sure. I ducked inside and called 911.”
“You didn’t see anyone walking away? No one passing in front of the store?” Olsen asked.
Winn shook his head. “As soon as I heard the gunshots, I went inside to protect myself. I didn’t come back out until the officers got here. I wish I could tell you more. Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Alex said. “You did good. Thank you.”
NATIONAL CITY--PRECINCT #6 –- APRIL 10 9:00 AM -- NORTHEAST BOROUGH
“OK, so where are we with the evidence?” Lieutenant John Jones said.
“We're pretty much stuck,” Jimmy said. “The only footage we have been able to obtain is from the security cameras of the store, and it only shows the sidewalk in front of the store, and our victim and perpetrator didn't pass in front of it.”
“Do we have the identity of the victim?” John said.
“Yes, we do. Mike Mathews, residence in Southwestern Borough,” Alex said. “Did a little time for possession but nothing else—no warrants, not speeding or parking tickets. Seems like spending some time in prison set him on the right path.”
“What was he doing in the sketchy part of town of the Northeastern borough? That is very far from his way,” John said.
“Maybe he was buying again or distributing?” Jimmy said.
“Although he could do it near his residence, why go all the way to Northeast?” Alex said.
“Maybe he reunited with an old friend, and to avoid being seen by someone that knew him he went all that way to meet up,” Jimmy said.
“Sure. Let's start there,” John said. “Go and question his family and close friends to see if they know someone.”