By Seth Daniel, Special to the Reporter May 13, 2021 Seth Daniel, Special to the Reporter It was barely 15 past 7 a.m. about three weeks ago when the day turned really weird really fast. I had just gotten back from my morning walk-about, which had a little excitement beyond the norm. It was one of the first nice days of spring, nice enough where I could sit out on the front porch with my coffee and not have to pretend it was warm. I was still inside pouring my coffee when the phone rang. It was my wife. “Hey, a police officer just came up to me as I was leaving the house for work,” she said. “They were asking if we had seen the suspect this morning.”