and sat on the curb.
Harriman radioed for a rescue and told dispatch they had a white male suspect in custody.
Dispatch broadcast additional information that a witness saw a black male enter the store with something covering his face, when he came out he was carrying what appeared to be a rifle.
Questioning the girl, Harriman tried to get a handle on what went on.
"Okay, sweetheart, listen to me, I need you to calm down and tell me what happened, nobody can hurt you now, just tell me what happened. How many were there?"
"One, or two, I don't know I'm not sure," she replied, "but the black guy helped me, and he stopped the guy that shot Mr. Subedar and CK, from shooting me."
"Tell me what you remember from the beginning." Harriman said, putting his arm around her to calm her down.
"Okay,” taking a deep breath, “I was standing behind the counter looking out the front window; I saw a black guy in a blue hoddie sweatshirt walk to the end of the parking lot and stand there."
"What was he looking at?" Harriman asked
"He kept looking up Taunton Avenue then back at the store, like he was waiting for something to happen. I think he saw me looking out and he walked toward the store. That's when the door opened and the white guy came in. He was carrying a rifle and wore a blue thing on his face. He yelled something and that's when I heard Mr. Subedar yell 'Fuck you asshole' and heard the shot."
The girl looked over at Ventraglia again and tried to kick him, Harriman grabbed her and said, "Okay sweetheart, I think you've made your point to his head, he ain't gonna be feeling too well for a long time."
"What did the black guy look like?"
"He was taller than me, I don't know, I was trying to hide."
"So you think there were two guys involved? This guy here," indicating the still moaning Divothead, "and the black guy?"
"I think so, but why would he help me? I don't know if he was part of it, but...well...I don't know. I think Mr. Subedar was expecting something to happen."
Harriman looked at Wiley. "Why would you think he was expecting something?"
"Well, CK never works at the same time as me and Mr. Subedar told me that if anything went on I was to just hide behind the counter."
"Did you ask him what he meant?"
"Yeah, he told me that he was only talking 'just in case' and that I shouldn't worry.” She put her head down and wiped her eyes.
“A few minutes later CK got a call, went over and talked to Mr. Subedar. Then CK went to the back room and Mr. Subedar started doing something to the bottom of the display at the end of the magazine area, only, it was weird, he wasn't really doing anything, just sort of pretending to, that's when the white guy came in.”
Over the radio, Sergeant Harriman heard the pursuit call by Josh. He tried to radio the conflicting information about the second suspect to the units involved. The channel was full of excited chatter, transmissions blocking out others.
He managed to get out some info on the subject, black male, armed with a shotgun. He tried to add that the second subject may not have been part of the robbery and possibly tried to intervene and stop it. He asked dispatch to repeat this for the pursuing officers.
His request never made it over the air.
Always at the moment when the most critical information is available, is it impossible to get it to the people that need it.
Rescue arrived and began treating Divothead.
The radio call for shots fired at the church came moments later.
Chapter 17: St. Domenicks Church: 5:17PM
The suspect sprinted up the stairs and into the church. Josh radioed he was still chasing a suspect fitting the description. Entering the front door, he requested units set up a perimeter.
Churches are always shadowy, perhaps to enhance the mystery, or the fear, depending on the particular religious flavor. Saint Domenick's was no different, dark wood pews and altar, minimal lighting, dim candles illuminating the statutes.
Father Swanson,
Josh Greenfield
Mark Urban
Natasha Solomons
Maisey Yates
Bentley Little
Poul Anderson
Joseph Turkot
Douglas Preston, Lincoln Child
Eric Chevillard
Summer Newman