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Catherine handed Lindsey $20 before rushing out the door to a scene.
"I love you sweetie! See you tonight. Remember, Grandma won't be home so you can heat up the stir fry from last night, 'k?" she instructed as she put on her jacket and locked the door behind her. Lindsey stood in the foyer frowning at the prospect of leftovers yet again. If her dad were still around, he'd take her out for dinner at a nice restaurant with one of his friends. She knew he was a bad influence. She knew her mom was right. But she liked the rebellious life he offered her. And she missed him. She tucked the $20 dollars in her jeans pocket and headed for her room to listen to loud music or something. Who knew.
Catherine sped through traffic to the shooting downtown. As she approached the yellow tape, the officer on site, Officer Jensen, lifted the tape for her. A moment later, she spotted Sara scanning the ground. So much for going solo. Sara saw her and came over.
"Hey Cath!" she piped, "I'm looking for the shell casings. This guy was shot 12 times. Can you even believe what some people do to each other?" Sara continued babbling as Catherine joined her in scanning the parking lot. After an hour, they'd found all but one.
"If I see another yellow line I am going to explode!" Catherine muttered. "Let's pack it up. We've gotta get back ," she said to Sara. She wasn't fazed.
"No, I'll stay. It's here somewhere," Sara assured her. Catherine put her kit in the trunk of her car and drove away. Sara crouched to the ground to look for the one missing casing.
"Just don't forget to sleep, hun!" Catherine yelled as she drove away. Sara laughed and pointed her flashlight underneath a car. No luck. Sleep was the last thing on her mind. Officer Jensen came over.
"Any luck?" She asked, crouching down to Sara's level.
"Nope. Are you sure David said 12 bulletholes?" Sara asked. Officer Jensen nodded.
"I'm sure. The guy was like hamburger though, he could have miscounted. One could've ricocheted…" She suggested. Sara sighed. "But I need to get home, my daughter got her learner's permit and I promised to take her driving, you're done here then?" Officer Jensen asked. Sara didn't know.
"No, it's okay. You go. I'll be fine here." Sara promised, showing the officer her gun to ensure her safety. "I'll be fine," she repeated adamantly. Officer Jensen smiled and headed to her car on the other side of the parking lot. Sara stood up and caught a glimpse of something. Before she could react, gunshots rattled the cold night air. She ducked behind the closest parked car and drew her weapon. 'Where's Jensen?'Sara thought, as she looked across the lot to where Officer Jensen was lying, in a pool of blood. Everything happened so fast. Catherine hadn't left that long ago, could she get a hold of her? Thoughts raced through her head. She heard running footsteps and suddenly a black figure ran from across the street to where Officer Jensen was. She saw the gun. She was still hidden from the suspect's view. She took aim and shot.