A spring evening a few years ago, a disagreement among three or four young men one pulls out a 45 caliber pistol and starts firing as another runs for his life.
The result years later a street memorial to the fallen. Every so often the city paints over the brief notes and signs, the flowers are removed. But then the ever present flowers return the brief signs and written notes reappear, and there they will stay remembering a friend lost on the streets of Las Vegas. Disappearing for a day or so, then reappearing as if by magic.
The stains are still in the sidewalk, the killer or killers is still remain at large at least for this crime.