I don’t know for sure what it was- but I do know he said he had a problem- and he told me he thought no one could help.

He wore a grey-and-white-plaid flannel jacket with a black hood. Also, I remember that afternoon he had a red, almost maroon backpack with black straps and was carrying it over one arm. I think he looked behind once or twice before- but I do know, for sure, that he quickened his pace as he rounded the corner.

When he turned to the left, it must of been only a second- he must have been hidden from view for less than a second- maybe. The van that blocked him- a passenger van, a black one with a long red stripe running along its side, diagonal, like a slash, to a spoiler- that van. I still can’t believe they would have had enough time. It slowed to turn at the intersection. I never heard the door open. I never heard it shut. I didn’t hear anything that sounded like him jumping in or them grabbing him.

He had a problem- so maybe he found them. Maybe he hired them! Maybe they were a- team.