For the approximately 5 people who read this blog who know where we live and what my husband does for work, we're okay.
The officers involved were not in his department and he was not called in. They rode double last night and stayed at the station except for calls. He was told to rest because they're concerned there may be ongoing issues tonight or tomorrow. Of course, resting wasn't much of an option -- there were non-stop sirens outside, and both our phones were blowing up.
My heart is breaking for the families. I don't say that to undermine in any way the heart break families feel when someone is killed by the police. But what happened last night here is pretty much my worst fear. I trust my husband's judgment and experience so much, so even though I'm relieved he's off the streets in the current climate, when he has any kind of encounter, I'm not particularly nervous because I know he's one of the "cool heads" usually. (Partly sensitive, partly smart, partly hates paperwork ;)) But for officers to be targeted at random from afar makes me not want to let him out of my sight. He's my world.