a month later...
July 24th | Atlanta, Georgia
"Faye Chandler speaking," Faye announced when she answered her cell phone, not really knowing who it was. She was already preoccupied with some paperwork.
"Hi, Ms. Chandler, this is Detective Kevin Lawrence at APD. Do you have a second to talk?" he asked. Faye's mind went blank of the previous preoccupations.
"Yes sir, can I hold you for one second?" she asked. "Yes ma'am," he said. Faye quickly logged out of her computer and put the paperwork in her drawer before grabbing her purse out of the chair in front of her desk.
She left out of her office. "I'll be back in 20 minutes," she told Paige without waiting for a response.
She caught an empty elevator before taking the man off of hold. "Alright, Detective Lawrence. I'm so sorry about that. What seems to be the problem?" she asked,
"Well, Ms. Chandler, there's not a really a problem, per se. But it's been about a year and half since we opened up the investigation for the New Year's Eve shooting that took place at Club ATL, in which you were involved. We're aware that you were indeed the target. We can conclude this by the amount of times you were hit compared to others, and the duration of the shooting. Unfortunately, we couldn't get any leads, until today," the man said.
As he was saying all of that, the little memories she did have of that night came back.
"Okay," she said, signaling him to further his point.
"We were able to catch the gunman leaving the club about 5 or so minutes after the shooting took place. The vehicle was a rental, but we were able to find out that it was being rented out to a man named Devon Maddox at the time. Do you have any idea who that is?" the man asked.
As soon as Faye heard that name, everything went blank again. Her eyes raced the ground beneath her. And suddenly, she felt as though everything paused.
But it hadn't.
"Ms. Chandler, are you there?" the detective asked sternly. Her mind snapped back into reality and she realized the elevator had stopped and people were waiting to enter.
"Yes sir, I'm here. I'm so sorry," she apologized profusely. "It's okay. Do you know a Devon Maddox?" he asked again. "Umm...yes. Yes, I do," she said lowly as she made her way outside the building.
"Okay, and who is he to you?" the man asked. "He was-is..uhh...my ex boyfriend- I mean fiancé," Faye said. "Okay. Well, it turns out he had never returned the vehicle, and had ditched it somewhere. But when we searched the car, we found bullets. Unfortunately, we don't have the weapon itself. However, the bullets match the ones that shot you," the detective said.
The memories of the sting from the bullet piercing her skin came back to her mind.
"Now, Ms. Chandler, although we have this evidence that could point to Devon Maddox as the shooter, we still don't know for sure, nor do we have his whereabouts. The gunman was dressed in all black and a mask, so we can't identify him. As far as we know, he did work alone, but we could be wrong about that too. But don't be discouraged, and we won't be either, we can still find the person that did this to you. And we will serve justice becuase that's our job. Don't let this be a burden on you. And you have a blessed day," the detective said.
