As Wilfred Dunhill walked out the door of the Homicide offices, he marked well the street, the barriers long ago erected to keep traffic out from in front of the offices after a drive by shooting occurred there. He saw no way to get at the offices from the street and not if he were throwing a bomb at them. He walked out to Jefferson near the Courthouse and hailed a passing cab. It was an expensive ride back to Queen Creek which only fueled his anger to a larger degree. He sat in the back seat of the cab and raged to himself, spewing cusswords the whole way home. The driver ran his own vehicle as an independent operator. He carried a g*n. The raging by Dunhill frightened him and he put the g*n on the seat next to him, ready for use.
When Dunhill got home, the day was done. He wondered if t
