One night, as Chad walked with her to the door, she grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at him."You'd better look out now," Chad told her."Catch me... first," she laughed.With that, she ran through the yard and hid behind an old tree. The snowball in her hand was ready to go as soon as she saw Chad. After a couple minutes of silence, she peeked around the trunk, and tried to find him. Seconds later a snowball hit the tree by her face. Before she could retaliate, Chad was right there, laughing. On this one night I think we must have been listening to some spooky stories on the radio but I don't remember for sure. All I remember is what happened next.It was time to go to bed and so I changed in the bathroom and said good night to Mom and Pop. I went into the bedroom and saw that Mom had turned down the covers for me. All was ready for a good night's rest. I looked around and then clicking off the light, I jumped into the big double bed and slipped under the covers.As I lay in the. By Thursday I started to relax somewhat, a little less concerned about the police, but still not dismissing that possibility. I hadn’t been shot, so that was also reassuring. I showered and shaved, made coffee, even had some breakfast and tidied up the back yard. I still felt incredibly guilty and debated whether I needed to move, which seemed to be a realistic and probably best course of action. I didn’t want to move, but rationalized that moving to another part of time might be the best. I want you two to act as a team and take care of this. You don't know the target, but if you did, you would want to just do this in the open. Chuck, you've sort of dealt with this guy in Texas, but not directly, just his minions. So what do you think, will you do this?"I looked at the three guys in fatigues and asked, "Who are you?"You could see them squirm so I said, "I don't want to know your names, just what branch you work for."The center guy looked at the Marshal then back to me and said,.