Saturday, July 30, 2011
Nothing Ever Happens in our Little Town...Except For the Occasional Drive-by Shooting
Yes, those are bullet holes, 38's by the look of them, and they shattered a glass door and a window before embedding themselves in the art gallery wall. When Claye got to work Tuesday morning, her boss--the mayor--and a policeman were surveying the scene of the crime, figuring trajectories and counting bullet holes. All together there were four. One was deflected by a strip of metal outside, two were embedded in this wall and door frame, and one passed through the open doorway in this picture and expended its last energy on the closet frame of the pottery wheel room beyond.
Cameron's boss made up a glamorous story about a long, black limousine, surreptitiously-lowered glass, and mysterious guns blazing at the two of them while they bravely dodged bullets in the gallery, protecting the priceless artwork. (Well, we don't get a lot of excitement around here, so you have to use what you have at hand.)
The truth is probably more prosaic:
Since the shots were fired in the middle of the night, nobody was really trying to kill anyone.
Since they ignored the eight large plate glass windows and shot a smaller, easily-replaceable door, they were not trying to bankrupt the business, nor carry out a political vendetta (not saying that hasn't been done around here recently in nasty city council maneuvers but that's beside the point ).
Since the shots were fired from about the height of a pick-up truck bed, and grouped into a limited area, the shooter was probably targeting a small object.
Therefore, from my extensive experience as a reader of detective fiction, I've concluded that the shots were fired by a slightly-inebriated young man, trying to impress the high school girls by shooting an ominous bat that fluttered in the light of the street lamp across the way. Obviously, he missed.