Murder in the Alps

A robust Hispanic man stood unapologetically shirtless beneath the morning sun in East Los Angeles. My partner and I suffered in dress shirts and ties while we questioned him about a Mustang, a set of wheels, and a relative of his who we believed to be a suspect in our murder investigation.

It was August 1998. Rod Kusch and I were partners at Homicide, and we were investigating a murder.

A Drive-by Shooting

A camera crew from A&E television had been riding along with gang detectives in East...