Well, spent the afternoon testifying in a murder trial. The story goes something like: man finds out his wife is cheating on him; then man finds wife's boyfriend; man proceeds to ventilate boyfriend with a .38. Actually a very touching love story, being that it's Valentine's Day and all; however, I think it would have been better if the man just punched the boyfriend in the nose, but I guess I'm not a romantic.
It all started a year or so ago. I had been up all night investigating a shooting (victim was not quite dead), where some kid, sporting a red sweatshirt, took umbrage to another kid wearing a blue bandana. The kids probably broke out into a chorus line dance of "Jets and Sharks" from Westside Story. It ended with 'da homie break'n out a duece-duece and bust'n a cap on da slob.' Oxford Rules would translate: "An individual pulled a .22 caliber automatic and shot an opposing gang member." Anyway, we were not getting very far with the investigation; it was 8:00 in the morning and we were all tired.
A front lobby clerk came running back to me holding a sack. He handed it to me and said, "There is a guy standing out front who said he shot someone; he told me this is the gun, and he is here to turn himself in!" Oh boy! the "bust'n a cap homie" walked right to us! Obviously this kid was intimidated by our relentless pursuit over the past few hours, frightened beyond all reason by the skill and professionalism of lead investigator, Detective Dave!
I locked up the gun and went out to arrest the kid; however, no one was in the lobby except an older (50's) man. I looked at the clerk, who was trying to hide behind a pillar. He whispered, "That's him," indicating the older guy. I shook him down and took him back to find out what went on.
It turns out that this was just some guy who shot his wife's boyfriend, but in a different city. That city had an arrest warrant for him, but he decided to turn himself in at our PD, not because we impressed him, but because his sister lived nearby and he wanted to drop off his car at her place before he went to jail. So much for skill and investigatory prowess.
We never did solve the gang shooting, maybe the kid was TOO frightened by the skill and.... never mind.