Two nights later, Nolan found the courage to follow Zeb. He dressed in a black slicker, matching boots, and left the house after Zeb without the young man even knowing that he was being followed. A storm collected over Erie. Swirls of melancholic wind decorated the heavens. Deep strains of thunder rolled about the night, tumbling in audible motion. Zigzagging patterns of gold-white lightning illuminated the neighborhood with alarming flashes. Rain pelted down from the sky in thick sheets. The late evening was nothing less than perfect for a horror scene in a blockbuster teenage movie. Boogeymen of the dark could have been anywhere, yet Nolan didn’t believe in such. To be frightened that Zeb was a killer in the night was preposterous. To be spotted behind the tenant seemed irrational. The w
