Our neighborhood \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the street that we live on \u00e2\u20ac\u201c was in the news last week because of a double murder. We didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know the victims personally, although we might have seen them now and again. We knew the house, as we walked by it frequently \u00e2\u20ac\u201c like nearly every day. We definitely had talked casually to some of their close neighbors; this is the kind of neighborhood and street we live on. People know each other \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and their dogs \u00e2\u20ac\u201c by sight, wave to each other\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cars, take note of the condition of the yards \u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 that kind of casual suburban thing.
\nThe house where the murders happened is on one of the main cross-streets in the suburb where we live, about three blocks uphill from our house. Last Wednesday evening, as I was starting to put dinner together, we heard a siren in the street just outside, a siren which cut off very abruptly. Blondie cares for an elderly and disabled neighbor who lives a little way up the road, and our first thought was for her, as she has had to have the ambulance come for her a couple of times. So Blondie ran outside, to see what was going on \u00e2\u20ac\u201c sirens in the neighborhood are rare enough that running outside to see what is going on is a perfectly understandable reaction. She did not return immediately, and after a few minutes, I went outside as well \u00e2\u20ac\u201c to find a good many of my neighbors standing in their driveways, looking up the street. It was just getting dark, and there looked to be a perfect convention of police cars clustered in the road at the top of the hill, and more screaming past at every moment.
\n\u00e2\u20ac\u0153There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been a shooting,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d my next-door neighbor reported. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And the man who did it ran down the street. He went right past \u00e2\u20ac\u00a6 D____ (the next neighbor over) was just leaving for work in his truck, and he tried to get D_____ to give him a ride! He went that way!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Another close neighbor had been running out her trash can when the shooter ran by \u00e2\u20ac\u201c when a police car screeched around the corner, practically on two wheels, she flagged the patrol car down and gasped out a description, which turned out to be mostly although not completely accurate. It seemed that the shooter was on the loose and still in the neighborhood \u00e2\u20ac\u201c all this as people were coming home from work. More lights and sirens, baffled neighbors just returning home, pulling over to ask us what was going on, as police cars burned rubber going around corners. The road was blocked \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and the police were only letting residents in. A teenage girl came down the hill walking home from the high school, exclaiming about the shooting; Blondie told her to wait \u00e2\u20ac\u201c she would get her own car and drive the girl home. When she got back, she went to check on another neighbor, diagonally across the street. Meanwhile, helicopters rotated overhead \u00e2\u20ac\u201c flashing red and green and white lights. The smallest and speediest was a police helicopter; the others, said our next-door neighbor, were from the television stations. It was already on the news, that there had been a shooting; at first it was that some kind of Fatal Attraction<\/em> thing; a jealous boyfriend had killed his girls\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 father. Then it seemed there were two victims, and it wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t a jealousy thing at all. <\/p>\n Another van went past \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the medical examiner, or maybe the evidence lab. Our immediate neighbors were all accounted for, and all right. We were not much worried about the prospect of a single armed man on foot \u00e2\u20ac\u201c not with what seemed like every patrol car on day-watch screaming up and down the street, and anyway, if you did a shake-out of every house in the neighborhood, you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d likely find enough small and medium arms to fit out a small European country\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s military. Our neighbor laughed, at that \u00e2\u20ac\u201c and told us what she had sorted out from her mother-in-law\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s personal armory, including a machete tucked between the mattress and box-spring of the master-bedroom bedstead. Our neighborhood \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the street that we live on \u00e2\u20ac\u201c was in the news last week because of a double murder. We didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know the victims personally, although we might have seen them now and again. We knew the house, as we walked by it frequently \u00e2\u20ac\u201c like nearly every day. We definitely had talked […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":14,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[31,40],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7905","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-local","category-working-in-a-salt-mine"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ncobrief.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7905","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ncobrief.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ncobrief.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ncobrief.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/14"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ncobrief.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7905"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/ncobrief.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7905\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7906,"href":"https:\/\/ncobrief.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7905\/revisions\/7906"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ncobrief.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7905"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ncobrief.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7905"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ncobrief.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7905"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nIt eventually calmed down after about forty minutes \u00e2\u20ac\u201c the news helicopters vanished, and there weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t as many police cars, although there were still flashing lights at the top of the hill. The shooter was reported to have been captured after a brief struggle in a nearby strip-mall; the parking lot of the HEB grocery store which we frequent, about a mile away. It turns out that he was a disgruntled former employee, and not a particularly upright citizen – more here<\/a>, from local news. The two people murdered were a husband and wife. They had only lived here for about a year, and apparently were very well thought-of by people they had done business with. Their 20-year old daughter jumped from an upper floor bedroom window to escape, while a business associate who was at the house tackled the shooter and managed to get the gun away from him. That’s when the shooter went hare-footing though the neighborhood, having also lost his car keys in the struggle. I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t think there is anyone at the house now, although there were a couple of news reporters around doing follow-up stories the next day.
\nWe told them \u00e2\u20ac\u201c this is not a neighborhood where this kind of thing happens routinely and without comment. It was a kind of horrible random-chance, which could have happened in any neighborhood. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"