March 2, 1979, 1:27 PM
Mrs. Rhodes pulled her reliable minivan up to the curb outside a small house in a moldering neighborhood far south of downtown, and turned off the engine. A calmness settled over her, and she knew that what she was about to do would mean taking on the responsibility of someone else’s life. She glanced up and down the rows of sagging houses, looking for neighbors or bystanders. Clouds stretched low over the neighborhood, casting the day in shades of somber grey. The street was eerily quiet on that weekday afternoon. She left the car unlocked and crossed the distance to the front door in a few quick steps. She kicked a few stinking garbage bags out of the way to reach the front door and knocked loudly.
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