The aroma of flowers, rain-dampened soil, and savory foods welcomed Grammy Fred into the Midtown Oasis. The four acres were the equivalent of a country club for those of modest means. Until a murder shattered the peaceful sanctuary. Grammy passed dozens of people queued up as the venue opened: young couples from the surrounding neighborhood seeking an inexpensive night out, middle-aged hipsters slumming it to support local musicians, and cotton-tops on fixed incomes. Jerrick waited in the shadow of a vine-tangled pergola. His crisp white shirt and black suit coat looked too warm for the summer afternoon. “You’re planning to
