Another human life was senselessly taken in a downtown neighborhood about 3:00 PM Friday. I was near the scene where a man lay dead in the grass between two houses shortly after the report was first called in. I was not inside the inner perimeter, but I was close enough to talk to uniformed officers and detectives who were working the scene.
They were interviewing everyone they could find who had seen or heard anything. They were told about a car that was green, or maybe gray, seen leaving the area. Someone heard loud pops. Someone else saw something. Like working a jigsaw puzzle, the detectives labor to put the pieces together.
One of the missing pieces was the identity of the deceased.
They are very particular about this piece of the puzzle. You might remember that earlier this year one blond white female was mistake for another blond white female following a tragic highway accident. One survived; one did not. It was heartbreaking.
The Sunday morning paper noted that the man killed Friday still had not been identified.
Sure, there were people who said, “Yea, I know him.” “I’ve seen him around.” “I can tell you who he hangs with.”
But identity of the deceased is too important to leave to guess work, supposition or hearsay. They have to be sure. Very sure. Absolutely positive.
I’d like to know. The detectives want to know. The coroner wants to know. But we wait. We don’t guess. This is essential information.
Who are you?
Have you asked lately? Have you wondered? Are you satisfied with the answer?
Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure of your identity? What is the source of your information? Are you confident of the source?
Please answer the question for me. I’d like to hear from you.
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