Yesterday evening I received a call from my roommate. She told me she was just leaving work (about 30 minutes later than usual), because someone had opened fire at the Police Station two miles from her school in Chantilly, Virginia. She didn't know a lot of details, just that at several police officers had been shot, and that three major highways were closed off while police searched for a possible second suspect (the gunman was killed on the scene).
She said that someone had muttered "the dreaded S-word."
It took me a moment to figure out what she meant. Sniper. She had just moved to the DC Metro area during the Sniper Attacks. She lived through it every day, along with millions of other people. I had not yet moved out this area then, so I can only imagine the terror of those who remembered the feeling. The feeling of being hunted, of not knowing if crossing that Ikea parking lot in broad daylight would cost you your life. It's haunting.
I wonder if the Chantilly police will ever know why Michael Kennedy decided to open fire on them, taking the life of a nine-year force veteran. It's sickening and it's sad, moreso because the victim's family will never know Kennedy's true motive for what he did.
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I hate to read stuff like that. I lived in fairfax county for a few years when I was a kid, and it's weird to see a place you know on the news.
I found out something today. The female detective who was killed was apparently the target. She had warned the kid about something concerning a dog (his or someone else's, I don't know). I won't speculate on much else, because this isn't the place. But, sigh...
It's just a heartbreaking thing.
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