In WDC, on assignment. Down-time. Check email. Friend request. Wander to Facebook. Oh, it’s someone from Baptist Town. Confirm. A post on her wall makes me stop. It says “RIP Butta”. Confused, but not yet alarmed, I go to another person’s page. A post on Nikki’s wall says the same. My blood runs cold. Find my phone, start dialing numbers. Sylvester Hoover, the man who owns the one business in Baptist Town, a convenience store and laundromat, is the first to answer. “Yeah, Butta’s dead” he tells me. “He was shot and killed yesterday.”
