Dustin seemed to be in unusually high spirits sitting at the dinner table that night. His parents hadn’t seen him act this way since he was six or seven. They found his mood somewhat contagious for a brief time, but finally abandoned him for their private mental prisons. This night he cleared the table without being told. He even straightened his room and watched network TV. Somehow the video games wouldn’t cut it tonight. They felt like a tasteless appetizer before a gourmet meal.
The next morning he rose earlier than usual—to kill his parents before they awoke. He entered their bedroom just before dawn holding a Glock, the most popular handgun in the world. Logic dictated that he shoot the old man first, since he was the only one who posed a potential physical challenge. Even though the
