Mischief Night or Cabbage Night. Whatever it was called, the night before Halloween brought out adolescents eager to have what they considered harmless fun decorating their neighborhoods with bars of soap, smashed eggs and toilet tissue.
A group of teenagers made its way along Larson Richards’s street, soaping up the windows of cars stupidly left in driveways. If the owners weren’t smart enough to put their cars away tonight, they deserved to come out in the morning to find their windshields a mess.
There was no car in Larson Richards’s driveway and the house was completely dark. The kids snickered as they ran up to the sprawling ranch. It was easy to soap every single window when they were all on one floor.
They proceeded sneakily on to the next house, unaware that a Mercedes-Benz was idling in Larson’s closed garage, carbon monoxide filling the passenger cab.
Live by the sword, die by the sword.