Victor “ASAP” Odds, a 22-year-old Black man from New Orleans, Louisiana, was killed in the first minutes after midnight on September 10, 2012, when gunfire erupted at the intersection of Music and Urquhart Streets in the city’s 8th Ward. The way the night is remembered in public case summaries is stark and unadorned: he was shot multiple times at that corner, and the shooting proved fatal.
In the aftermath, the case settled into the long, heavy quiet that surrounds an unsolved homicide. The New Orleans Police Department was identified as the investigating agency in the reward material circulated to the public, and the narrative that follows from those postings is one of a community being asked—again and again—to fill in the missing pieces: who was there, what sparked the violence, which direction the shooter fled, which vehicle rolled away into the dark. What’s publicly shared does not name a suspect, sketch a motive, or describe a confrontation leading up to the shots; it focuses instead on the single, concrete fact of the location and the multiple wounds, leaving the rest to witnesses who may have seen more than they felt safe to say out loud.
Over time, the case was posted as an open homicide with a standing reward offer for information “leading to the Arrest and Indictment” of the person or people responsible—wording that signals investigators and tip-line partners were still seeking a break rather than reporting that an arrest had already been made. Public listings for the case continue to frame it as unresolved, inviting anyone with knowledge to submit tips through the local Crime Stoppers program, including by phone at 822-1111 or 1-877-903-STOP, and by text-a-tip options tied to the same campaign.
No publicly available case summary in the sources reviewed describes any arrests, identifies a suspect by name, or reports charges, court proceedings, or a conviction connected to Odds’ killing; instead, the public record that remains easiest to find reads like a plea that has outlasted the night itself—an insistence that someone knows what happened at Music and Urquhart, and that the smallest detail, finally shared, could be the one that turns a cold corner into an indictment.
