Detective Sargent James Foley started to reach for his cell phone as he witnessed the stabbing.  He hesitated, as the fancy device might blow his cover. At that point, the woman darted across the road towards him, the boy on her heels. When he looked back across the road, the injured man was gone. 'No need for 911' he reasoned to himself.<br/>With his unkempt appearance and ragged clothes he blended in well with the shabby surroundings.  He watched in fascination as she dumped the .22 automatic into the trash receptacle next to the bus stop shelter. He got a good look at her. He would retrieve the weapon and the shells later. They would have fingerprints on them. Right now he had other things to do. As expected, he went virtually unnoticed as he overheard the short exchange between the woman and the boy.<br/><br/>He couldn't help feel for the boy as he stood there, hands in his pockets, looking all alone as the woman sped off. 'probably for the best' he mumbled to himself.  Then without thinking, he beckoned the boy. "Hey kid. shouldn't you be in school?"