![]() I was on the pavement, near to where the bus was still parked, twenty metres south of the Albert/Victoria Street intersection. A plain white shroud, a newly minted homicide statistic. Six-ten - clots of pedestrians and static-backed radio chatter. Paramedics were on-scene within five minutes. horn blare and the white scorch of headlamps, a chip packet fluttering beneath a blood-daubed sleeve. Collapse came seconds later, an Albert Street gutter his finish line.įriday rush hour, six-oh-five p.m. ![]() Pavement spatter showed a flurried, crimson scramble. The driver had made it up out of his seat and through the open door onto the footpath. ![]() Sudden massive blood loss makes standing a challenge. It made contact with the tip of his chin and removed his lower jaw. The bullet had entered the bus through the front-right side window and hit the driver in the head. ![]()
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