In the days that followed, the corner where it happened stopped being just an intersection and became a question mark the whole city can see. Flowers and rain‑soaked drawings crowd the curb, each one insisting that Renee Nicole Good was more than a case file. Friends talk about her in present tense by accident, then fall abruptly quiet, as if catching themselves trespassing into a future she never got.
Across town, the name Jonathan Ross lands differently in every room it enters—sometimes as a target, sometimes as a symbol, always as a weight. People want to know not only what he saw, but what systems put him there with that much power and that little margin for error. The answers will arrive in PDFs and press conferences; the real verdict will be written in whether anything on that block, or in those policies, truly changes.
