An interesting contrapuntal theme to my dishwashing this evening. Followed shortly after by two black Utes jogging up the alleyway, furtively.
I didn't see any bodies, and the people at the garage weren't cowering in fear, so the fun was all over. The po-pos arrived in a few minutes, and I went out to say what little I saw of the two running away. One of the other witnesses said that one of them was holding his arm funny, as if maybe he'd been shot. I hadn't noticed that, but it's very possible, since one officer was checking out a blood trail that ran up the alleyway.
5-0 hung out for a while, but they're gone now, and all is peaceful once more in Inglewood.