Dr. Kendall Crowns

Just like with Lane, though, a turning point came.

It was in late March, and I was set to go back to testify in Chicago on a case.

The case was yet another gangland shooting, lots of bullets, lots of wounds, and one very dead gang member.

And I had to fly back on a Sunday.

Beth drove me to the airport, and I flew out that afternoon and was in Chicago by that evening.

The next morning, I got up and took a cab to the courthouse, and when I got there, I had some time to kill, so I called Beth to see how she was doing.

When she answered, she told me something weird had occurred when she was taking the kids to school that morning.

The neighbor was standing at the end of our driveway.

She was wearing a rumpled overcoat and her house slippers.

Her hair was crazy, and she had this wild look on her face.

She was shaking her fist and screaming and waving a white towel that was stained red, aggressively back and forth.

Beth was attempting to back out of the driveway with our kids in the van, and one of our children said to her, "'Why is the neighbor acting so weird?'

And Beth said, I don't know, but we're just going to get around her.

And she maneuvered the van and got around her and drove away, while the neighbor continued to scream and shake her fist at the car.

Beth told me all of this, and I said to her, that's incredibly odd.

That doesn't even make sense.

I wonder what they're up to now.

I'm sure we'll be getting a call from the HOA sometime this week.

Beth agreed, but she said this time it was really different, and it was exceptionally odd.

I went on to testify in the case later that day, and after I got done, I was driven to the airport, boarded a plane at O'Hare, and flew home.