I feel like Quincy. There's a trail of red in the back lane. But what is it? Is it paint? I am no expert of fluids. My training is actually bones; both animal and human, I can identify them. But I don't do soft tissue. And I don't identify fluids.
I have some knowledge of splatter. But that is based on shows like CSI, and an exhibit that was at the Museum of Man and Nature some years ago, put on by the Police Forensics department. Based on the the splatter of said red fluid, I would hazzard a guess that it started at the fence, and moved to the middle of the lane.
And based on the slight outward splatter in the center of the lane, the item would have dropped straight down. It doesn't really look like ketchup, and doesn't really look like paint. Anything further than that, I cannot say for sure, and am not going to speculate to the blog-o-sphere. I am not about to touch it, smell it, or taste it. And I am not bringing a sample home for testing. It can just stay where it is, in the lane.
Further news in the lane today - it's Thursday and the garbage is still there. Here's hoping it gets picked up tomorrow.
I don't know what it was, but it was loud enough to wake me up. It sounded like a woman was screaming for her life. Or it sounded like a woman was getting stabbed. I don't know, but it didn't sound good.
The screaming started just before 2am this morning. Someone called out asking if the woman needed help. Next thing I heard was talk about getting a shotgun. Then the swat team showed up, no sirens. They arrived in stealth mode. We had four cars in the back lane within 10 minutes of the incident starting.
The police and swat team were speaking with a group that had formed in the back lane. And nothing was happening. It almost seemed like a false alarm, except there were screams.
About an hour later a fire truck and ambulance showed up further down the street to tend to a person who was hurt. Not sure if it was related or not. It's hard to tell around here. But word from the EMTs at the scene was that the swat team was down a block further at the time.
Then at 4:26am something was happening on the next street over.
After that I went back to sleep, slowly getting used to summer in the hood.
I can't wait for this weekend to be over. And I am sure, as usual, we will hear nothing of this in the police reports or the news. It all just blends into the night.
