Most were at the party when Joe died
but didn't see it happen. And...?
One testified he knew he wasn't drunk
because he still had some beers left in his Friday night 12-pack. The
judge laughed though we couldn't.
An expert showed a knife everyone
agreed wasn't used to kill Joe. They'd found it in Poke's home.
A detective provoked an urgent and
sustained "Objection!" for saying he worked in the gang
unit. It's the, ahem, Youth Violence Strike Force.
Then there was Chris. Chris mattered.
He'd been flown in from an Army base in Germany and, wearing his
dress uniform, wept as he told a roomful of strangers his First Aid
training failed his best friend. Like a movie, he held Joe in his lap
and begged him to hang on. The ambulance was too slow, and death too
indifferent.
Continue: Joe We'll Never Know
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