I don't have to turn livid, CET. What I can do is witness someone treat the incident like another piece of gossip.

Keith is a voyeur, CET.

See, this is the way it works... 7 British soldiers beat the living daylights out of a kid (whose family have no Republican links whatsoever) walking home from violin practice one night, who invariably gets hospitalised for some months. Police arrive promptly get the details, and a complaint is made.
Father gets shot at 2 weeks later while at work; maybe warning shots, maybe gunman had too many whiskeys the night before, who knows.
While kid is still in hospital, house gets petrol bombed. 999 is dialled. 3 hours later police arrive with Fire engine. House badly damaged.
For the next 15 years members of family get harassed at checkpoints, and twice a year (July & Christmas) home gets petrol bombed.

One night when kid is about 18 or so, a shot rings out, and erstwhile kid falls to ground.

Dilemma, while the Earth turns ever more slowly: Does erstwhile kid try to make his way to hospital?

There are similar stories among some of my friends here.

You mistake 'lividity' for 'wanting answers', CET

That is the kind of thinking that starts messes like the one I have described.

Happy, Keith?