He glanced out the window as he jiggled the baby, wondering whether the threatening letters the Colemans have been receiving are as ominous as they sound.īarlow doesn’t really know the guy he waved to him a couple times when Chris and his wife, Sheri, first moved into the Columbia Lakes subdivision, but saw no response. He was up just three hours ago, trying to rock his wide-awake 6-month-old back to sleep. Justin Barlow of the Columbia Police Department, wakes to a ringing phone at 6:42 a.m.
Until she sees the yellow tape around her friends’ house.Īnother neighbor, Detective Sgt. She thinks he’s stalling, pulling her leg. “Hey, there’s police everywhere,” the neighbor kid says. The next morning, she’s hurrying Brandon and a neighbor kid so she can bring Brandon’s birthday treats to school. But Riegerix promises the following Saturday instead. “Yeah, go tell them!” Garett exclaims, brightening. “I should go tell your mom and dad, ‘C’mon, let ’em stay!’” “ What?” Riegerix asks, surprised but keeping her voice playful. “My dad says tonight is not a good night.
Five minutes later, he’s back, his shoulders slumped. You run home and tell your mom and dad to pack your clothes and book bags for school tomorrow.” Garett tears home-they live four houses away on the cul-de-sac.
Tomorrow morning, Vanessa Riegerix’s son, Brandon, will turn 9-the same age as Garett’s little brother, Gavin-and the boys want a sleepover as a birthday ritual. It’s May 4, 2009, and he turned 11 four days ago. "Vanessa, can we sleep over, please?” Garett asks.
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