With us thirteen hours ahead of Texas on time, dad doesn't get to call mom until closer to night time for us. At around nine o'clock, Dad's phone rings. I just ignored it at first, figuring that it was one of the boys or someone from over here for work. Because on Sundays, it's closer to eleven when mom calls, or dad calls her because she sleeps in. But when I heard dad asking what happened and if she was ok, my interest was peaked.
I looked up from my computer and asked, "What happened, Dad? Is who ok?" He held his finger up to tell me to wait a second. When he finally spoke, I felt like my world had blown apart, and I was ready to go hunting. But I wouldn't be looking for actual animals. No, the animals that I would be looking for were of the human variety. And when I found them, man o
