I was awakened by aggressive banging on the front door. 8 a.m. isn’t terribly early. But I’d only been asleep four hours. At that time, I worked at a music venue. I kept unconventional hours.

I felt an unsettling anxiety as I pulled myself from bed and opened the front door. A policeman stood on the porch.

He spoke my name in slow, drawn out, questioning manner. I shakily replied, “Yes?”