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Connie purposefully avoided her former husband for four years. She never informed him where they relocated. She felt safer knowing that he had no idea where she and the children lived.

One afternoon Rex and Lecia took a walk down to the conveniencestore two blocks from their residence. They bought some items, then headed back home. As was usual, Rex walked faster, while Lecia absentmindedly sauntered behind. She was startled when a dirty car pulled up alongside Rex. Insteadof ignoring the driver and walking on, Rex stopped and began to chat with the man who rolled down the driver-side window. Lecia began to reprimand her brother. She and Rex were taught not to speak to strangers.

She was mortified when the car door opened and Rex jumped inside. The car took off.

Lecia, frightened as she had never been frightened before, ran home. She darted upstairs and found her mother. She frantically told Connie that somebody had kidnapped Rex. Connie shot out of bed, got dressed, and was about to run outsideto find her only son, when a noise stopped her in her tracks. It came from the apartment parking lot. She pulled back the thin curtain and saw the same dirty car.

Suddenly a muscular man sauntered out of the car and headed toward the apartment staircase. Lecia watched the expression on her mother’s face as it became ashen.

“I can remember the look on her face,” Lecia recounted, “just mortified that he’d found us.”

It was Allan Krebs. Rex followed his father up the staircase and opened the door.

Connie, frightened by the appearance of her former husband,called Bob Jackson at work. She told him to hurry home and help out. Meanwhile, Allan left the house to go pick up some dinner. Bob arrived and prepared to defend his wife.

He loaded up his rifle with ammunition.

Allan showed up and entered through the front door. He walked over to the couch and made himself comfortable. As he began to eat, Bob greeted him with the barrel end of his rifle.

Bob Jackson did not say anything. He simply held the gun directly at Allan Krebs’s face.

Allan instinctively raised his bulky arms slightly above his head. He was in full protective mode. He quietly and calmly pleaded with Bob that there was no need to point the gun at him. He could sense that Bob was the more nervous of the two men. Allan did not make any sudden moves toward his ex-wife’s new husband.

Instead, he moved closer to Rex.

Somehow Allan distracted Bob, who turned his head away. Allan stealthily grabbed Rex and pulled him in front of his body. He was using his own son as a shield. Rex began to cry—he was actually wailing in fear. He began to scream out at his father, “What are you doing, Dad?”

But Bob Jackson did not put the rifle down.

Finally Allan let Rex go. He grinned as he left the house.