First of all, let me state that I am a mystery writer, so I take a slightly different view of certain events than others, say someone taking a shot at me.
Last night, Wednesday, August 1, 2012, I had just returned from a working vacation in Estes Park/Grand Lake; this will be the subject of the next post. Be sure to read it. It will be cool.
Back to the shooting. About 10:00 PM, I'm watching CSI New York when I hear what sounds either like shots or really good fireworks - four shots close together about a block away. I'm thinking, "Those really do sound like shots." I head out the door to see a purple sedan come slowly around the corner to pass in front of my house. Another loud pop, definitely coming from car. The car speeds off down my street and emits a sixth loud pop.
Keep in mind I still don't know for sure that a firearm has been discharged. I see absolutely no evidence of it. I do, however, walk to the end of my sidewalk to watch the car speed away. No license, but I can see that it is a sedan and kind of purple/maroon. The street lights on my side of the street are not on. I go back in.
About thirty minutes later as I am checking my e-mail, my wife comes in to inform me that the police are at the door (I couldn't hear them because my fan is pretty loud). I put some shorts over my underware to see several officers at my door. They inform me that I have a bullet hole in the side of my car. I follow them to the street where there are not one but three cop cars all with their lights going bananas. Also, there is a cruiser at the far end of the street where the popping car went a half hour before. Lo and behold, the officer is correct. There is a hole in the side of my Subaru that a bullet would fit nicely through. Further investigation - by the cop, not by me - reveals that the bullet passed through the back door on the driver's side then grazed the back of the passenger seat to lodge in the rear door on the passenger side. The cop digs it out.
Meanwhile a second cop finds a casing in the street and marks its position with one of those little triangle dohickeys you see on CSI. By now there are at least 5 cops all chattering excitedly to me and to each other. They are taking pictures like nobody's business. They bag the slug (I can talk the talk) and the casing and one of them takes the evidence - they have found a few other casings around the corner where the first shots happened. I am told the shot came from a 9 millimeter so its possible a fingerprint could be gotten from the casings.
I give a play by play of my sighting of the car, which now seems somewhat fool-hearty (I'll explain more of this later). Additional cop cars show up. I get a case number for my insurance and am told that it is unlikely that a print will be attainable from the casings because of the high heat of the firearm discharge. A very interesting fact.
Eventually, I go to bed.
Now, it needs to be said that I am a Neighborhood Watch block captain, actually I'm a co-captain with another neighbor. I can't wait to tell her. She comes down the street to view my bullethole. I tell her my tale of nocturnal excitement. It seems nobody on my block heard anything!! We view the through and through of the bullet's path, its eventual position. Valerie, my co-captain stands back, has me explain again, where the car was when the shot was fired. Then, using her arms lines up the path with the shooting car's position. Then she shows me the trajectory of the bullet's path: shooting car to car door then beyond. Her arm is pointing straight at my front doorway, where the night before I was standing bathed in the glow of my porch light watching a suspicious car come around a corner.
Were these guys shooting at me?
Anyway, I'm okay; and too knuckleheaded to believe that anyone would want to do me harm.
Definitely thinking I'm a lucky son-of-a-gun.