“Who was it?” he asked of a colleague.
“A senior uniform guy. I think the name was Hedrich.”
Mark’s mouth went dry and his heart stuttered. “Is he okay?”
“I’m not sure. Word is there was a fatality but I don’t think it was the cop.”
“Where?”
“Down around the end of embassy row. Near 16th Street.”
Mark turned and immediately headed for his car. Please, please let Scott be okay.
It took him more than twenty minutes to get there, listening to the chatter on the radio all the way. An ambulance had been called but there didn’t appear to be any frantic comments. There wasn’t a pursuit in progress or a request for a chaplain either. That was good wasn’t it?
Pulling up behind a squad car, Mark got out and hung his badge on a lanyard around his neck, in plain view for the uniforms controlli
