"You don't have to stay here and do this," I told Keith.
"Hell, this is fun. I'm sitting here thinking of things we can do to this bastard."
"I have a few ideas, myself." We compared notes.
The next morning, I was sitting down the street from Weber's house in my own rental car. I hoped he was a golfer, or DIY-er, so he may be going to the local hardware or lumber store. I had been there almost two hours when I watched as his car came out of the garage and start down the street. 'Thank God,' I thought. I didn't want to sit here all day just to see if he went anyplace, but I was willing to do that if that's what it took. I followed him to Home Depot. We parked and I followed him into the store. He was obviously known there because he spoke to several of the employees. There was a place ri
