Nolan’s POV
The ambulance arrived quickly, but it was already too late. A police car pulled up just after the ambulance, asking us to step aside so the medics could do their jobs.
I had Frank’s blood on my hands, but Sam was covered. Her white karate uniform was ruined. She held on to me and cried about Frank. We were taken to the police station for questioning. They also wanted our clothes for any forensic evidence. We were escorted from the changing rooms to a young officer’s desk to make a statement. As we took a seat, he pulled out a pad and pen. “I’ll make this quick.” He told us, “It’s unlikely that anything will come of the shooting. He was just a homeless bum, after all.”
I was utterly speechless at the officer’s attitude. I had the urge to rip his head off. But my lack o
