"Ma'am, do you live nearby?"
"Yes, I live in the Antoine Community on the east side, just two streets away."
Luke had some impression of this name, "What's your son's name?"
"Antoine Powell."
"His name is the same as the community's name."
"Yes, we lived in this community when he was born. It's the first and only house I bought, and it has a special meaning for us."
Sasha Powell's voice was somewhat anxious and choked, "This morning, when I was cooking, I ran out of olive oil. My son went out to buy some, but he hasn't come back since.
At first, I thought he was just playing around, but then I saw on the news that there was a shooting here, so I rushed over."
"Are you sure he came to this supermarket?"
"Yes, we usually come to this supermarket for our shopping."
"How old is your son?"
"He's ten years old this year."
"How long has he been out of contact, and when exactly did he leave home?"
"Around seven-thirty in the morning.
