SOON WE’RE AT THE STATION’S reception desk near the main entrance talking to a thirty-something gentleman in a grey suit with a blue tie.
“As I was telling the officer here,” he nods to a young rookie I don’t recognize, “I was with my kids at the park a couple of blocks from the church. They were playing on the jungle gym and I was shooting video with my phone. When I noticed everyone starting to run in the direction of the church, I walked to the edge of the park and tried to see what was going on. I couldn’t see anything but I kept shooting video—I don’t know why, I mean, I really couldn’t see anything. I didn’t think anymore of it until I was looking at the video this morning and saw this.”
He lays the phone on the desk and taps the play button. On the small screen are people looking
