“What she look like?”
“Oh, she’s hot. And I hear she was a good cop on the street,” I said and knelt down next to the body. “I just ain’t the guy to get her feet wet with.”
“If you want my opinion, and I notice that you haven’t asked for it, I think you’re the perfect guy to bust her cherry. You’re a good cop, Kirk, and a better detective then most of the guys in that unit.”
I looked at the body and got up. “That’s the same line of shit the captain ran on me. But you see she ain’t here, right?”
“You’re a piece of work this morning,” Sanchez said and laughed.
“It’s early and I haven’t had my coffee yet.” I looked at the other two bodies. “Any ID on this one?” I asked as we walked to the next body.
“Nope. Not on that one either,” Sanchez said as I took a look at the second body and moved on to the third. “Only one with any ID is her.”
I looked at her laying there dead, with the gun still in her hand, and shook my head. “Who was she?”
“Driver’s license says she’s Kenyatta Damson. Got a couple of arrests a few years back for possession with intent. Been off the grind for a while though.”
I looked at Sanchez. “You guys didn’t know about this spot?”
“No, I’m ashamed to say. And from what I’ve gotten from the few that have said something, she controlled the building.”
I looked at the crowd. “Anybody see what happened?”
“Are you kidding?”
“Uni’s canvas the building yet?”
“In progress. They’re going door-to-door, but so far nobody is talking.”
“Evidence techs done with the scene?”
“They’re finished. They saved the bodies for you.”
“Okay, let’s get them outta here,” I said, and they tagged and bagged the bodies. Once they were gone, I looked at the crowd again and walked over to three uniforms that weren’t doing anything. “Come with me.”
“Yes, sir,” they said and followed me back to the crowd.
I walked slowly along the tape line. “Get him,” I said, and one of the officers went and got him.
“What you fuckin’ wit’ me for? I ain’t do shit,” he protested.
I picked out two more and told the officers to keep them separated, and I would talk to them the later. “Okay folks!” I shouted. “Anybody who lives here can go back inside,” I said and the rest of the officers went about dispersing the crowd. As the building residences made there way back to the building, I looked them over carefully. I saw an older man shaking his head as he walked, and then he made eye contact with me. I caught up with him.
“Excuse me, sir. Did you see what happened here tonight?” I asked as we walked.
“No, sir, I didn’t see nothing,” he said louder than he needed to. Then he whispered. “Two thirteen.” And kept walking.