Milford man faces murder charge in shooting of 32-year-old Philadelphia man
Around 10:20 that night, the Milford Police Department responded to a report of a shooting in the 7500 block of Wickersham Lane in the Windward Grove development. Inside a residence, they found 32-year-old Kyle Tribble of Philadelphia, suffering from a gunshot wound, police said in a news release.
Witnesses at the scene performed CPR, and EMS continued lifesaving measures, police said, but Tribble succumbed to his injury and was pronounced dead.
Police called the shooting "domestic-related" and said it was the result of an argument between the victim and the suspect.
Crime: Person of interest in Delaware City fatal shooting now faces murder charge, police say
On July 11, around 6:45 p.m., police took 42-year-old Joseph M. Greene into custody in Bear. He was charged with first-degree murder, possession of a deadly weapon during the commission of a felony and two counts of endangering the welfare of a child. Greene was committed to the Department of Correction on $710,000 cash bond.
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