A 60-year-old bus driver saw a creepy sedan waiting for a teen on her route, so she begged the town’s most intimidating sanitation worker for help.
My stomach dropped into my shoes when I saw the shiny black sedan idling two doors down from Kinsley’s driveway. It didn’t belong in our quiet suburban neighborhood, and the man behind the tinted glass was staring intently at the exact house I was about to drop off a 14-year-old girl.
