The story was all over the news that spring morning 12 years ago. It didn’t sound real – a man had escaped from an Atlanta courtroom, killing a judge and two others, and was on the loose somewhere in the city.
I was shocked by the reports but I wasn’t paying too much attention at the time; I was busy moving flat. That evening, I finished my waitressing shift and busied myself unpacking boxes. I made a quick trip to buy some cigarettes. It was 2am, but I lived in a safe neighbourhood.
Unlocking my front door, I heard a noise behind me and spun round just as a man rushed towards me with a gun. As I screamed, he covered my mouth with his hand and pushed me through the open door: “Scream again and I’ll have to kill you.”
“Please,” I cried. “I have a little girl. Her dad was killed two years ago; I’m all she has left.”"