"Mister Lowell...Mister Lowell...Mister Low --" "Huh? Sorry, detective." "I need you to answer a few more questions." Mr. Lowell knelt down and put his face in his hands, his knees quickly covered in blood. Sobs. "He's just a kid. I would have just given him some cash if he had put down the gun." "There … Continue reading Battle at the Bodega