Right before Richard D. Scrivner and his cousins walked down to Hasselbring Park Wednesday night to play a quick game of basketball, his aunt asked them not to go.
"My son kept saying, 'We'll be all right,'" said Theresa Scrivner, who had heard gunshots ring out from the park on Home Avenue before and didn't think it was safe.
Around 7:30 p.m., Theresa Scrivner heard the familiar sound again and she knew something was wrong.
She ran the half a block down the street to the park and saw her nephew Richard Scrivner, whom everyone called by his middle name Deandre, laying face down on the basketball court with a gunshot wound in the torso. He was later pronounced dead at the hospital.
For a map of Flint homicides, go to the Flint Murder Map.