A black kid shot and killed in the ghetto land of Los Angeles. Sounds like a story we had heard several times before, but this story is true because the kid who was murdered was the son of a Los Angeles cop.
It is a sad story for both the victim and the shooter
I do enjoy reading true crime and this one,though it had some parts that were difficult to read, was a great rendition of the facts.
I thank the author, publisher and Netgalley for my ARC in exchange for my honest review.

This is a book where the author is really looking into the reason for the deaths in South L.A. You see it from all sides, and there are no good and bad just young people dying, and the police some like the Detective in the book working to solve the crime. This shooting did not involve a gang member but a young man walking along the sidewalk killed because he wore the young color baseball cap. His father also worked for the L.A.P.D. but he and his wife decided that they didn’t want to move out of the neighborhood like many others, but work to make it like it once was where everyone could walk the sidewalk and not worry about drug dealers or gangs. Now he and his wife are planning their son’s funeral. Though this book was written a few years ago it is still a strong story today. The reason is because as there are still murders in South central they don’t all make the news, and for that matter the killings have spread further out to the Inland Empire. I digress, this story is excellent in the look into the investigation, and into the family and can there really be any kind of change. A very thought provoking book, while sad at the time.