Suspect #2

So last night I went to bed early but then couldn't fall asleep. Once I did I felt I tossed and turned all night. While not providing good rest, this usually produces good dreams that are easily remembered.

In my dream, one of the Boston marathon bombers was still at large. I think suspect two escaped after being captured and was on the run again. We were on lockdown. I was home alone in apartment 3A. It was a beautiful, clear, and warm night. Although I was told to stay inside I couldn't resist the urge to sit at the bistro table on the fire escape and watch the sky. There were no cops out, let alone anyone. I figured the suspect was no where near. I sat for over an hour without seeing or hearing another soul.

Suddenly something caught my eye down below. I saw a man walking through the yard and into my neighbor's garage. "Is that him?" I wondered. I quietly got out of the chair and onto the floor. I whipped out my phone and got it ready to record. After a while a truck came speeding around the yard. It was an old, white Dodge Ram. I hit the record button. The truck screeched to a stop at the garage. A man opened the door and the suspect jumped into the truck. I snuck inside and continued to film through the blinds. They sped away, rounding the block once and then heading east. I watched the video, making sure I got it all, and I called the cops. I was so anxious it took me three tries to get the right number. I called them and told them everything. When I hung up I realized that I would go down as the guy who tipped the cops.

I went to work the next day. Steph complained that it took me over an hour to do night drop. I explained that Carlos wanted to talk to me and Ricky for a while about being careful while this guys was still on the loose.