A life dangles in the tangle of an off-duty cop's shot

December 10, 2008|By BARBARA LAKER, lakerb@phillynews.com 215-854-5933
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Rosado and Allen, who was unemployed, were home with their children the night of Nov. 17 when Allen's 16-year-old friend, "Meaty," came to the door.

"He told us he'd just hit someone, punched a boy in the face outside Bruno's Pizza," she said. "He was being a stupid kid."

Meaty was out of breath and had the pizza in his hand, said Lauren Allen, who was also home.

"He said the boy's father came up to the pizza shop and pointed a gun at him and said the guy was going to shoot him," Rosado said.

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Meaty ran away. He told Lauren Allen and Rosado that the father was chasing him.

They went outside. Lauren Allen said she asked Meaty why he keeps doing "dumb stuff." "He started laughing and I hit the pizza and it went on the sidewalk under a car," she said.

Another sister of Allen's, Mecca Drake, and Meaty were the first to see a black SUV driving slowly up Renovo Street the wrong way, Lauren Allen said. "Get down, get down," Drake yelled.

The SUV stopped a couple of houses away from Allen's rowhouse in the middle of the street.

Ellison pointed the gun out the window, Rosado said, then both Ellison and Fortune stepped out of the SUV and Fortune started to yell.

They tried to reason with Ellison and Fortune, Rosado said. "[Allen] kept saying, 'It's over a pizza. I have nothing to do with this. . . . But if you want, I'll buy your son another pizza.' "

After Allen was shot, his wife became hysterical, Lauren Allen said.

"I kept screaming, 'Someone help me! Someone help me,' " Rosado said.

When they helped Allen into a neighbor's car, the back door wouldn't close. "We realized his leg was in the door, but he didn't feel it. He said he couldn't feel his legs," Lauren Allen said. They tore off his black shirt and wadded it up to try to stop the bleeding.

"The man who did this to my husband got in the car and left. He didn't say, 'Oh, my God, I'm sorry!' Nothing," Rosado cried.

"Not one word," she said, sitting on a couch, her voice quivering. "He shot him and left.

"How do you do that?" said Rosado, her body shaking, her head hung low resting in her hands.

"I want to know how." *

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