Prometheus 6

Lives Intersect Violently on a Busy City Street
By MICHAEL WILSON

They weren’t cops’ cops. They weren’t sons of police officers, born with blue in their blood, like many in the New York City Police Department. They didn’t even tell some people about their jobs. Bookish, even naïve young men, each brought an eccentric back story to his role as an auxiliary police officer, and to their partnership on the street.

The younger officer, Yevgeniy Marshalik, 19, whose Russian family fled the war in Chechnya when he was a young boy, was a star member of his high school debating team who would go back to his New York University dorm to tell his classmates tales of the streets.

The other man, Nicholas T. Pekearo, was nine years older, but in a way, more the boy — a crime and comic-book buff, blessed with a vivid imagination and a morbid curiosity, who longed to write his own noir novels, his friends said.

I have no idea WHY, but it occurred to me that the shooter (who I believe is dead and therefore has no use for the information) may have had a working defense based on the standard defense against rape charges.

"Do you always go out dressed like that? You knew you could invite attention...in fact, that why you dressed like that. Isn't it? Weren't you asking for it?"

Yeah, yeah, he shot the guy in the pizzeria, there's more to it than that...but that's what came to mind.