When I came back to town in 2008, I had a couple of new neighbours.
I was half asleep on the couch waiting for a basketball game to start on the TV when I heard a car horn honking and my neighbour screaming. My upstairs neighbour and myself ran out at the same time to see my neighbour struggling to get out the passenger side of her car screaming to call 911. The first thought that crossed my mind was that she had somehow been half run over, but when I saw her bloody mouth, my instinct was to go toward her and try to help her, (pretty sure my Red Cross training said to call 911 first, but I figured the girl who lived upstairs would do that).
As I went around the passenger side of the car, her husband got out of the car, and the other neighbour who came out was talking to him, trying to calm him down. I was still half asleep, but something was wrong here.
Once it was clear the woman was okay, I remember walking toward the guy as he started to walk away. At this point the woman was screaming at him, and the other neighbour was keeping them apart. He finally got back in the car, and I backed up a few paces to get the license plate number. I remember the sound of the plastic CD cases he ran over as he backed out of the driveway and drove away. I called the 242 Cops line and gave them the information.
From what I’ve put together, The guy had dragged her out of the apartment into the car, when the woman started fighting back and screaming. He hit her and was choking her out when she bit him, which is why she had blood on her teeth when I saw her.
He was shot and killed by the Bernalillo Sheriff’s Department a few hours later.