ABSTRACT
On the night of October 3, 1990, twenty-one-year-old Tyrone Gunn attended a birthday party with his new girlfriend, Caroline. Because it was a work night, Tyrone and Caroline left the party shortly after ten, and after they kissed goodbye in the subway station, Tyrone headed for home, taking the number 22 bus to Waldman Avenue. It had been a hot day and it was a pleasant night, with just enough of a chill to persuade him to keep his jacket on as he strolled along with long, slouchy steps. As always, Tyrone wore a hat pulled down tight over his wavy, close-cropped hair and he walked with his hands thrust deep in his pockets. He bopped a little to the music playing through his Walkman headphones. Perhaps he was whistling—Tyrone had a gap between his front teeth and he liked to whistle. Or maybe he was whispering the lyrics of a rap tune along with the tape. In any event, he did not hear the footfalls of the person who came up behind him at the corner, just a few steps from the door of his apartment building, and shot him in the back of the head.
