Adrian Peters sat in his car and watched the house. The house he was watching belonged to Marrick Goldman. He had lived in that house for seventeen years with his wife, Susan, and their four children. The children were Jackson, age fourteen, Rupert, age twelve, Sumari, age nine and Kyle, age five.
Adrian had been watching the blissfully unaware family for two weeks now. He had learned that Susan was a homemaker. She took the children to school, to activities, to playdates. She did all the grocery shopping while Marrick left for work at seven am, came home for lunch at noon, returned to work and came home at five pm.
They led a relatively normal, boring life. The children played outside in the garden and rode bicycles with the other children from the neighborhood. Susan had a book club ev
