My murder story

Iwas about 14 or 15 years old, living in Puerto Rico. I lived at a pretty large apartment complex that sat next to where a highway crossed over a large avenue. There was a clover leaf to get on and off the highway, and the complex's basketball court was right next to the clover leaf. There was concrete bleachers facing away from the cloverleaf and facing the court. One night, around midnight, 3 of my friends and me where sitting on the top level of the bleachers just hanging out, when we heard loud car engine noises and tires squealing, so we turn around to see what's going on.

...The van's driver jumps out, steps up to the Lincoln's Driver's window, retrieves a pistol from his pocket, and shoots six rounds point blank into the driver...

F rom the top of the bleachers we see a big Lincoln town car speeding down the clover leaf, with a beat up Van closely behind. The van passes the Lincoln and stops right in front of it, the Lincoln comes to a stop, almost rear ending the van. The van's driver jumps out, steps up to the Lincoln's Driver's window, retrieves a pistol from his pocket, and shoots six rounds point blank into the driver. He then calmly put the pistol away, gets back in the van, looks right at us, smiles and carefully drives away.

W e were so petrified we didn't even move. We just stood there, not a minute goes by, a tow truck pulls around the Lincoln, backs up to it, driver gets out, hooks up, lifts the car, gets back in the truck and drives away.

I haven't seen any of those 3 friends for years now, but I could still describe the guy to this day. And I am sure the others still have the image burned into their mind too. We never talked about it with anyone but each other, but I guess I can tell it here.

Obviously, nothing was ever on the papers.

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