Traffic is slow, and we’re chatting about nothing as we round the curve and see the police tape and tired looking cops standing around in the rain. I’ve seen enough crime shows to know what a crime scene looks like. Whatever happened, it was really close to the road, and the tape everywhere means that the usual runners and dog walkers won’t be able to make their way along the side of the road.
I don’t think much of it, til dinner at my boyfriends parents place, when his Dad brings it up casually over lamb chops and mashed potato. A gang related stabbing, apparently the guy was acquitted for a murder years earlier, but it’s just curiosity, general chat. I make a note to Google it later.
Of course, never one to miss a chance to embarrass her brother in front of me, the sister pipes up, “remember when…
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