My heart seized. My youngest brother, Chuck, was a West Jordan detective. The first images that flashed through my mind were of his wife, kids and our parents.
Although I had managed to get out of law enforcement relatively unscathed, my brothers still were targets. The possibility of one of us getting killed was an unspoken fear our parents shouldered. If it was Chuck, I had no idea how we would break the news to them.
A few minutes later, I learned that the officer was Ron Wood, a guy I knew through my brother. He had been gunned down by a 17-year-old armed robber, who then killed himself.