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Kim Soo looked wide-eyed at Javier Iglesia.
“You don’t know that’s what happened to her,” Soo said, glancing at the body bag.
Iglesia glanced up at the row house porch, then turned and stared Soo in the eyes and said, “I know two things. One, that girl knows something that she isn’t telling about Principal Bazelon. And two, I’m not going to sit around while my neighborhood goes to hell.”
He gazed down the block. Across the street, three houses down, he noticed that another group had gathered. Five boys. They were sitting on a short brick wall and watching the activity at the Bazelon house. They looked to be teenagers, a couple maybe a little older, and in their baggy jeans, oversize gangster jackets, and hoodie sweatshirts, they did not appear to be on their way to church.
The only thing they worship is trouble.
“See these punks?” Iglesia said as he nodded at the group. “I guarantee you they’re up to no good. Ten bucks says they’re using, five says selling. And who knows whatever the hell else.”
Kim Soo turned to look, then faced Iglesia and said, “Aw, hell, Javier. You don’t know that. A lot of kids do that gangsta-from-the-’hood look. We used to hang out in high school wearing tough looks, too.”
“Uh-uh,” Iglesia said, shaking his head. “It’s different now, is what it is.”
Soo shrugged his shoulders.
After a moment, Iglesia added, “You see any of the speech that Ben
Franklin rich guy gave last night on the news? While Jimmy’s team was at the Old City scene of the first two pop-and-drops?”
“Pop-and-drops?”
“Yeah, that’s what a sergeant I know in Homicide says they’re calling them. There was five to start. Now there’s eight. And they’re all stacked up in the meat locker, waiting for Mitchell and his buzz saw. The Homicide sergeant came by the office one day and took a look at them.”
“Yeah, I saw that eye-for-an-eye guy’s speech right before I hit the sack. He’s paying ten grand for anyone bagging a bad guy—‘evildoers,’ he called them!”
“Yeah!” Javier Iglesia said, his face lighting up.
Soo realized that Javier was quickly getting his talkativeness back.
Javier went on: “Now, that’s what I’m talking about! I mean, someone has finally had enough of the city going to hell and they’re stepping up to help fix it, is what I mean. Ten large per ‘evildoer’ is some seriously high stepping up.”
He paused and looked down at the body bag.
“Too damn bad it’s too late for Principal Bazelon.”
Javier then softly repeated, “Rest in peace. Praise be the Lord.”
He shoved the gurney, causing its framework to collapse as it rolled up and inside the rear of the van. Then he gently, respectfully, closed the left door, then the right one.
Police Officer Geoffrey Pope was standing on the curb, behind where the right door had been open, making Javier wonder how long he’d been there and how much he’d heard.
“Hey, Geoff,” Javier said to him. “You standing there long?”
“Long enough to hear the news flash that the city’s going to hell. And your short prayer for the deceased.” He paused, then added, “You don’t look too good, Javier.”
“I’m—”
He stopped as he glanced at the small crowd on the sidewalk. A few were watching the conversation between the cop and the tech with rapt interest.
“Step around here,” Javier said, walking around to the far side of the van to block the view of the curious.
Javier pulled out his wallet and from it extracted a business card. He held it out to Officer Pope.
“Here’s my card, Geoff. It’s got my cell phone number on it. I live eight blocks away, the other side of Warrington, over where the middle school is.”
“Yeah, and?”
