We'd noticed things getting progressively worse over the past 3 years. Vandalism ramped up and I witnessed a neighbor beating on his girlfriend just weeks before we moved. We knew things were getting bad but we didn't imagine a murder would happen in our condo neighborhood.
Ten days after we moved a co-worker sent me this article of a neighbor getting shot to death. In shock I called my next door condo neighbor and he confirmed it was not anyone in our immediate sector. There is some relief that it's not someone we know but we still feel terrible for the loss of life. It was a husband with three kids returning home at 11pm. How many times did my husband take the trash out at 11pm? I'd already be in bed and it always concerned me enough to pray for his safety if I was still awake.