I met my nephew one evening. He was concerned that I  go home. It was dark and Richmond, Virginia gets worse around dusk to dawn. I saw tears that were being held back. Unbeknownst to me I could not figure why. So I tried to hug him. He said “Stop treating him like a baby” So I hugged again him to let him know I meant no harm. 

 There was a look on his face of concern for me and distrust in some of the guys in view. I’m no dummy and very keen  to my surroundings. To be alert is to be alive.

So I actually warned him about me not liking him being in the street setting. My gut instincts were right something had happened and it wasn’t good. I called my sister the next morning.She told me what had happened. I got sick. My Blood pressure rose to a deadly 154/124. The hospital gave me saline in my IV instead of morphine to dull pain. I cried abnormally. I took two days then went walking to his, my nephew’s house. He was nowhere to be found. Internal Affairs could not find him. I asked his fiancee or wife to be where the suspect neighbor lived. She said “If I go to  their house I will die.”  What was wrong with this statement? It will be revealed later. But Being highly upset I cried, threw empty glass beer bottles on the sidewalk and huffed and puffed. The Law I felt was not actually on their job. Something was not right. It was the longest torturous trip I ever had. I wanted to talk to the suspect and maybe pray a little more. God would not let me interact with this dangerous creep.

A few weeks later My nephew showed me the three gunshot wounds. two bullets went strait through his right side. And one Bullet is still lodged in his chest. Damn or isn’t that a sick woman’s fault I’m pissed. And all the creepy, sick mother slackers of Richmond Virginia society approaches with anger issues. Channel 6, 8, and 12 will have them  in the headlines soon. All criminals eventually mess up.  Hit me back for the end of this horrific crime. The neighbor decided too rob him. All be it guess who it was. He shot him 3 times for nothing. My nephew the victim was just taking out the evening trash. My nephew survived but I’m not liking what time revealed.

To my surprise the first question that came to mind involved a young person around the age of the one in nephew’s sight. He actually squinted his eyes when looking at some people. Some of the look was pain, the other half was knowledge of the suspect. No the suspect was not anywhere nearby but memory is to always kind.

Back to the statement made by the girlfriend/finance about my going to see the neighbor and not making it back. Well for one thing the neighbor was not just a neighbor but her cousin. What a Blimp. Call it what you will. She acted too (very much) familiar with the suspect and his actions. I was not fooled. She was not to be trusted. No, I did not want to be shot or killed also but I do pick up on liars easily.

Thank God that two bullets exited my nephew’s side. One stayed lodged in his chest though unfortunately. I still don’t trust her but I can’t tell my grown nephew what to do. The suspect is in jail. Her face is like a sourpuss and justice was served. The police was right patience takes care of all things.