Fat Ollie's Book
A Novel of the 87th Precinct
Chapter One
Response time - from the moment someone at the Martin Luther
King Memorial Hall dialed 911 to the moment Car 81, in the
Eight-Eight's Boy sector rolled up - was exactly four minutes
and twenty-six seconds. Whoever had fired the shots was long
gone by then, but a witness outside the Hall had seen someone
running from the alleyway on its eastern end and he was eager
to tell the police and especially the arriving TV crew all
about it.
The witness was very drunk.
In this neighborhood, when you heard shots, you ran. In this
neighborhood, if you saw someone running, you knew he wasn't
running to catch a bus. This guy wasn't running. Instead, he
was struggling to keep his balance, wobbling from one foot to
the other. Nine, ten in the morning, whatever the hell it was
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