Theodore Blake took out the trash. He walked down the driveway of his single-family home. He’d moved to Naples, Florida after retiring from Southeastern University Law School, where he spent forty-nine years. Naples was quieter than Miami. Theodore lived alone, as his wife died three years earlier. He did not have any children which, at times, made him feel very lonely but he stayed busy volunteering in the community and playing golf.
Theodore closed the garage door behind him after taking out the trash. Suddenly, he felt a rope around his neck.
“Remember me, old friend? Let’s go inside and have a little chat.” Steve pulled the rope tighter.
Eighty-five-year-old Theodore was no match for Steve. Theodore gasped for air. Steve started to tie Theodore to the couch.
“I can’t breathe,” said
