IT WAS QUIET on Park Avenue yesterday afternoon, except for the occasional gust of wind, as Kasim Covil lay out in the sun.
Then came the sound of approaching footsteps, heavy and fast, then shrieks and guttural moans from relatives who spotted Covil's motionless frame.
"They killed my son!" Eric Covil cried, pointing his finger toward William Street, where a handful of Crime Scene Unit officers and homicide detectives loomed over a white sheet that covered Kasim Covil's body.
Karya Covil tried to push past a ribbon of yellow crime-scene tape and a pair of police officers.
"I need to see my brother!" she howled. "I need to see him!"