A. Yes, a deli.
Q. Where is this store located?
A. On Avenue A, near East 3rd.
Q. Did you see anything unusual that night?
A. This fucking city. I see unusual things every day. Crazy shit all the time.
Q. Yes, I can imagine. But was there something that the police came to ask you about specifically?
A. They said a girl was murdered nearby and they asked if I’d seen anything.
Q. And had you?
A. I wouldn’t have really thought it was anything much, but once they explained, then it seemed relevant.
Q. What did they explain?
A. That this girl had been murdered in a violent way—the crime scene was very bloody. And that’s when I remembered.
Q. What did you remember?
A. There was a guy who had paint all over him. All over his pants.
Q. Paint?
A. That’s what I thought it was. Until they told me about the blood. I said I wasn’t sure, but that’s what it could have been—blood.
Q. What did they ask you to do after that?
A. They asked me to describe him to a sketch artist.
Q. Did they show you any photographs?
A. Yes, after that. A few pages with six faces on each.
Q. Did you recognize anyone from those photos?
A. Yup.
Q. Where did you recognize that person from?
A. He was the guy I saw across the street from my store with the blood on his pants.
Q. Let the record reflect that the witness selected Richard Falk from a photo array as confirmed by previous testimony.
After
Gretchen
September 12
Gretchen was just about to dial Becks when her phone vibrated with a text.
She squinted at the screen. Hilary, thank God.
Are you okay?!?! Scotty told me what happened. Do you want me to come over?
