Wednesday morning came rather quickly. Jim reluctantly got up and nervously prepared for work. On his way out, he looked deep into Victoria's big brown eyes, kissed her goodbye, and told her to have a good day at the office.

As Jim backed out of the drive, he waved goodbye, appearing as if he was taking his normal route to work. A short distance away he pulled into a local convenience store promptly turned around and returned to his subdivision, parking his car some 40 yards from his home.

Here, he was close enough to survey the situation but yet far enough away to be noticed. Jim sat sipping his coffee, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. As he waited, he wondered if all "stakeouts" were this unnerving.

Before long, a strange black Nissan Maximum parked directly across from Jim's house. A tall, medium built man exited the vehicle and began walking in that direction. Jim glanced at his watch and noticed that it was 8:25 A.M., so he anxiously dialed the mysterious phone number which he had extracted from the cell phone billing record.

The man paused, pulled out his cell phone and brought it up to his ear. From his own phone, Jim heard the man answer the call with a single word, "hello." Without saying a word Jim quickly cancelled the call and murmured, "Gotcha, you son of a bitch." He silenced his cell phone and put it away.

Jim watched Victoria greet the stranger at the door. Within seconds the man was gone from Jim's sight, now hidden within the confines of his home.

Jim sat there momentarily to collect his thoughts. Upon exiting the vehicle, he made his way covertly towards the back entrance of his house.