|I looked up and saw bullets coming from what seemed like the front of the
apartment and the kitchen area in the back. Bullets were going into the mattress. The
sparks of light, the bed vibrating - I just knew with all this going on, it was all over.
At some point the shooting stopped. Fred didn't move anymore. I came out with my hands up.
There were two lines of police I had to walk though. One of them grabbed my robe and
pulled it open. I was eight and a half months pregnant then. "Well, what do you know.
We have a pregnant broad." Another policeman grabbed me by the hair and slung me into
the kitchen area. I looked around and saw Ron Satchel on the dining room floor. He had
blood all over him. Verlina Brewer was in the kitchen, bleeding. She started to fall. They
grabbed her and threw her against the refrigerator. Then more shooting. I heard a voice
that wasn't familiar to me say, "He's barely alive. He'll barely make it." I
assumed they were talking about Fred. The shooting started again, just for a brief period.
It stopped. Then another unfamiliar voice said, "He's good and dead now."