~ Twenty Nine ~
Lockley went to the entry door and looked in either direction down the hall. The woman was not in sight. He already had the telephone to his ear. “Hey this domestic turned bad, I have a clear murder victim here....No, I thought I had the suspect detained but she slipped me. I need a couple of black and whites to help find her....” A scream forced Car to hold the phone away from his ear. “Hello? Hello!” He cursed silently and closed the device. A man was poking his head out of a door a couple of places down. “Did you notice a black woman in a white bathrobe?” the detective wondered. “No, is everything alright in there?” Three gunshots rang out from the street causing both men to involuntarily flinch and duck. They stared at each other for a second or two. “Yeah, everything is fine in
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