Mark: 2004
Word of a shooting involving another cop always spread through the city in mere minutes. Mark was halfway out the door of his precinct to go talk to a witness on a case when he heard.
“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 progres
