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The Shooting: Part 1 Redux

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A year ago, I ran the first in what will be a series of stories on a tragic
fatal shooting that occurred in September of 2003 and left two young men dead.

Long last, I have the next chapter of that story, which I will post at around noon today. tonight*. In the meantime, however, I encourage you to reread Chapter 1, so you will be ready for Chapter 2 when I post it at lunch time.

Here are some opening clips, with a link to the rest:

Exactly five years ago today Karen Domaloan got the call.

She was lying propped up in her bed watching late night television waiting for her son Michael to come home.

She understood that was ridiculous to wait up for a twenty-one year old, but she couldn’t help it. She did her best not to over-mother Michael now that he had moved home after the big fight with his girlfriend, Monique, a few weeks before.

Karen pretty much figured the split was temporary, that the two young people would likely end up together. But that was the thing, they were young. The pair seemed very attached to each other, but they were also hot-headed and sometimes neither had the sense to back down when backing down was needed.

This argument was bigger than usual and, when the anger cleared, it was agreed that Monique would keep the apartment while Michael would pack his things and move into his childhood bedroom.

Karen adored having her son at home. She doted on her two girls, of course, Mandy and Nicole, his sisters. But she was uniquely close to Michael, the baby. A big, beautiful kid who was a natural athlete, looks-wise Michael took after his Hawaiian father, Melvin, who had been killer-handsome as a younger man. But while Melvin tended toward a Zen-ish sort of yep/nope taciturnity, emotionally, Michael was his mother’s child, expressive and awash with feelings.

He could also be tough.. Karen didn’t like to think about it, but she knew he’d been in fights, and that he was probably good at fighting. A few years back, when he was 15 or so he’d gotten in with the wrong crowd, there’d been a juvenile arrest and she’d had to put her foot down. Eventually maturity seemed to kick in. Now Michael was working construction, which suited him, and he was really busting his butt to move up the food chain on the building crew. Plus he was finally going back to school. First Pierce College in Canoga Park, and then, she and Melvin hoped, on to a four-year. Michael wasn’t academic like his sister Mandy, but he was a smart kid, and he said he wanted to have the degree, so Karen thought he might stick it out.

Through it all, even the rebellious times, she and Michael remained close.

When the phone rang at nearly 1 a.m. Karen assumed it was Michael calling to say he was on his way home, that she shouldn’t worry. She grabbed the cordless at her bedside.

“Hello?”

“You need to come to Northridge Hospital now…

Read the rest here.

And I’ll be back with more shortly.


* As you can see from the correction, I will be posting tonight before the evening is out—without fail. But right now I must soon run out for a meeting and the post is not quite finished. Please do return as this is a story that I believe you will find worth following.

14 Comments

  • “Detective Orlando Martinez, one of the investigators on the case, said neither Domaloan nor Quiroz had any history of trouble….”

    Did this Detective really tell you this….because that is so far from the truth.
    Why didn’t Karen tell you the truth about Michael and his arrests?

  • P.

    If you read the text carefully you’ll find that I am quoting the 2003 LA Times story on the incident, and they are quoting Martinez, which is plainly stated.

    But I have spoken at length to Detective Martinez, which I’ll get to in chapter 3. Without giving anything away, I will only say that this is a long and complicated tale that I have spent several years pulling apart, talking to many many players.

    But it is a story that needs to be told step-by-step, and then readers will be free to draw their own conclusions.

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