Thursday evening Allison put the last diaper on baby Pete at bedtime. “I had no idea I was running low, till I reached into the drawer and there was just one left.” she says. After putting the boys to sleep, she says she asked her elderly neighbor to watch them for twenty minutes while she ran out to pick up diapers.
“I was only in the store five minutes,” she relates, “And when I came out, I took my phone out and checked my messages. I wanted to know if Lynne had messaged, if the boys had woken up. There weren’t any messages from her, but there was one from Jim, and I sat there for a few minutes chatting before starting the car.”
It turned out to be an ill-timed few minutes. She was startled by the sound of her passenger door opening, and before she had a chance to react someone was sitting in the passenger seat. “I never got a good look at his face,” she says. She felt, rather than saw, that the intruder was a large-bodied male, and she caught a whiff of tobacco in his coat when he reached over, closed the child lock, and picked up the phone she had dropped on her lap.
He only spoke three words, she remembered. “Start the engine.”