Justin’s day slipped from bad to worse. “When?” “Three years ago. Rick and I had gone out to dinner, a late dinner after his shift.” She spoke in a near monotone, as if the strain of the day had finally broken her down. Glassy eyed, she stared off at a place near the far corner of the room. “We came out of the restaurant. I waited while Rick went for the car. A man, I could see them from where I stood, he approached Rick and they spoke. Then, he pulled a gun and shot Rick once, in the face.” “Ms. Conroy.” She jerked as if slapped and then continued, running her words together as if she would choke on them should she not get them all out at once. “I ran to him, I didn’t know what to do. His eyes, I’ll never forget…” Her eyes slid closed, then opened with a snap. “The people from the restaurant began filing out. The ambulance arrived, along with an incredible number of police.
