There is no place to hide
"OMG! Donald Allison had been running for hours trying to hide from those that are after him. After witnessing an shooting in an pizza parlor in the alley twenty minutes away from the 12th precinct.
Two of the shooters had seen his face. Once the body of a male had dropped to the cement outside in the dark. The lights had gone out with the two shooting at the lamp posts making it difficult to see anything at this point.
Allison didn't know where to go now accept try and find a broken down apartment or even a shelter for where no one would even think of going to hide.
It was around ten p.m. when Allison had seen the shooting after coming out of the restaurant having a pie with a pitcher of beer. As he was alone this evening after two of his lawyer friends declined the offer.
He's been working on a draft for the past week with a client of his wishing to remove all of his assets from his four accounts and wanting to donate the $100,000 to charities. He's been divorced for the past three years after being married 15 years with two children involved in the marriage.
His wife Barbara is currently working for the Attorney General's office as an officer between the Attorney General, The Mayor and Governor of New York City. If anything she always has a great deal of information given to her when ever there is a big deal going down.
And with Allison running from the two shooters. No way in hell would be calling her to have them go after her as well or the children.
Currently he was desperate with needing to drink and eat. He used his revolver since he had the gun for over a year with the permit. Lately he's been feeling some what crazy thinking that certain situations having been going not well with him.
And why he decided to carry the weapon with him. He was able to find a small vendor cart with an young man running it with hot dogs and soda.
Right away with no one around. He had no choice but to rob the vendor with asking the young man to place four hot dogs on a bun, along with cans of diet soda. Afterwards he took the money that was on him around five hundred dollars and what ever money that was in the register.
The young boy was scared as hell, and no doubt will be calling the police once this man disappears.
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Sergeant Esposito and Detective Kevin Ryan were working late out in the field after being called about a shooting outside the alleyway of an pizza parlor.
A witness afterwards had stated that he had seen some one running away from the scene after seeing the shooting.
Esposito was asking the witness on whether or not he's able to have a artist to come up with a drawing of the one running away.
"Detective I will try my best. Where do I go to have this done?" He asked as Kevin Ryan told him that he would be coming with them to the 12th precinct while an sketch artist will be called.
Meanwhile on the way back to the precinct they were able to hear on the radio about a robbery of an hot dog vendor. A team was being dispatched to the area.
Moments later...
Sergeant William Anderson and his partner Jose Alverez arrived at the hot dog vendor for which an medical technician was checking him out for any type of shock.
Anderson asked the ambulance technician on whether he was all right.
"He's fine Sergeant Anderson. Just a little scared for when the man came up to him with the gun asking for hot dogs and soda."
Meanwhile Lt. Alverez asked Joey Dobson the hot dog vendor on whether or not he would be able to describe the man with the gun.
"Sure I can Lt. Alverez. I love to draw as being a part of my collage course. I do this only a few hours a day. If you like me to draw his face I would at least try to remember his features for the most part."
"Do the best you can Joey?" He says to the young boy taking out his sketch pad to close up shop with the hot dog truck. While he sits to begin his drawing.