I didn’t know what we were about to walk up to.
I knew I had my camera bag. That my adrenaline was rushing. The White Street construction made the road bumpy. Greg’s manual transmission truck was shifting us back and forth as we sped down the road.
We knew we were headed toward a shooting – thanks to the newsroom police scanner for the tip.
We saw the blue lights before anything else when we got to the end of East Meeting Street. An ambulance and a ton of city police and sheriff’s cars. And a ton of bystanders in the gas station parking lot.
“Start snapping,” Greg said before the car came to a complete stop.
I had already started frantically turning the window knob on the door counterclockwise before we reached the parking lot.
The ambulance doors were still open. Someone was in there. But they closed the doors when they saw me taking pictures of the scene.
We stood back like we always do, and respected their area.
Of course after the ambulance left, all the officials came over to talk to Greg.
Everybody loves and knows Greg.
We left. Looped around the side street where the shooting happened. And I saw a few handfuls of people on the side road where the crime first started.
One girl was standing on the side of the road in her pajamas crying. Cars were pulling up quickly. And there were more blue lights at the end of the road.
There was more.
We pulled back onto the main road and the police had already marked off 17 shell cases they had found.
Seventeen. And the victim had only been shot once, and ran to the gas station for help.
Greg made a comment that the shooter wasn’t very good if it took that many rounds and he only shot the guy once.
We found out police are now looking for three males in a gray sedan with the back window busted out.
That was my Monday afternoon.
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