Ashdale gasped. “You mean, someone was trying to kill Ethan?” “I’m just saying where we found the bullets, ma’am. And given Ethan’s past and recent events…” He turned to me again. “Will you help us, Ethan? Will you look at some pictures and see if you can identify the Nine-Eights who were down on the street today?” “Of course he will,” Mrs. Ashdale said. Detective Catton was right about one thing. Most people are scared to rat out gang members. I’m not that different from most people. I was afraid too. “There were a lot of people on the street,” Mrs. Ashdale told me. “I’m sure the police have spoken to as many of them as they could. And you heard what they said—someone else saw one of the gang members with a gun. I’m sure they’ve asked that person to look at pictures too. They’ve probably asked a lot of people. So if the police arrest someone, it’s not going to be just because of what you saw, Ethan.” I knew what she said made sense. But it didn’t make me feel any better.
