My little brother and I were shooting baskets in the driveway on Sunday afternoon when the rust colored sedan with screws down the side slowly drove by our house–two days after it had pulled into our driveway after dark on Friday night.  My dad was in the garage doing something to his fishing boat.  I dropped the basketball. “Dad!  The guy…the car that followed Pokey and me…it’s out front again!” He ran out of the garage to look; the car sped up a bit and went down the…

It had been dark at least an hour when the doorbell rang.  I should have been asleep, but it was a Friday night, and Y107 was playing requests.  My Sony jambox was just low enough that my parents couldn’t hear it over “Dallas,” and I had a blank cassette poised to record “Money for Nothing” if Coyote McCloud played it for me. I flicked the switch to “tape” to silence the radio.  I heard the chain slide off and the deadbolt retract on our front door. Then, my…