Jon went to bed, but before turning out the light, he dialed his home number to check his messages. "Mr. Van Horne, this is Leta Huntsinger with the Los Angeles County District Attorney's office. I'm sorry to disturb you on a Sunday, but I thought you would be interested to know that the Los Angeles police have taken into custody a suspect in the drive-by shooting incident at your residence on April eighth. The young man was apprehended during a gang incident in the Valley. Slugs from his weapon match the slugs removed from your property in April. The gun could have changed hands several times since then, but one of the suspect's 'homeys' slipped up and implicated him in the shooting. I'd like to talk to you before Tuesday morning when the suspect will be arraigned. We need to discuss the procedures and determine your intentions about pressing charges.”
Jon's first reaction was surprise that a suspect had materialized. Drive-bys were conducted by phantoms; few were ever apprehended. Jon's second reaction was toward the faceless individual who had unleashed a burst of deadly bullets, barely missing Stevie and Collin. Of course he would press charges. Kid, he thought, you should thank God above that I'm not the one in charge of your punishment.
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