October 17th 2014The traffic light changed to red, and Sarah Harding slowed the car to a stop. She mouthed a silent curse and looked back at her three-year-old son strapped in the car seat. Already running late to drop him off at daycare, a red light was the last thing she needed. Her annoyance faded when he flashed one of his innocent smiles. Unlike some kids, he always enjoyed going to daycare and playing with the other children.
“We're almost there, Anthony,” she assured him.
When she turned back to face the road, a tall, burly Hispanic man with a bushy goatee, shaved head and teardrop tattoo under his left eye stood in front of her vehicle, studying her and l*****g his lips. The hair on the back of her neck stood at attention. Panicked, she leaned over to push the automatic lock on t
