2x4 time

I had a strange slice of quiet this evening.

C is on a camping / climbing trip with the Boy Scouts. He's the only one in the family going, due to other commitments and schedule conflicts. The troop needed the second adult so he went.

M and P are at a school dance. I remember grammer school dances at Queens. Their parties are much nicer that I remember mine. At least, all the kids seem to be dancing and having somewhat of a good time.

D had a study session after school and then came home around 6:30. After a quick dinner he went over to hang out with his friends (movie, xbox games, snacks, etc.) I needed the car so he arranged to get picked up.

So, I had about 1-1/2 hours at home, by myself, before I need to get M & P from the dance.

I got a call at 8:30. Someone needed to talk to us and tell us before the police did.

Earlier that evening, Jack (the voice on the phone) saw his cousin Dillon driving "D's car". Dillion's only 14, so definitely no driver's license, not to mention the permission issue.

Jack was with some friends who are Evanston cops and they ran the plate. He looked up the phone number based on the name and address, and gave me a call.

Jack sounded pretty weird on the phone: Very breathless, rambling, disjointed. Maybe this is an angry response to a deal gone bad. Maybe some kind of a joke. Or maybe a concerned cousin, who sees his 14 year old younger relative (Dillon) starting to make some really bad choices and trying to disrupt the train wreck he knows is coming.

Jack said D was doing lots of stuff (using (weed), selling (weed, ecstasy, other stuff), driving people around who were buying and selling, letting people drive the car, taking people out on the boat). And that D wasn't doing things as much as being with Pat and Sergio, who were more the "really bad news". But D was there, facilitating. Or doing as well. If he's lying about part of what he's doing, he could be lying about more.

So here I sit, in my quiet house, waiting until it's time to pick up M & P. Waiting to hear from D, after I called and texted and left messages. Waiting for the train wreck.