Todd could hardly sleep, with all the excitement brewing in his head. It felt good to kill a scumbag and he wanted more of it.    He wanted to be able to stay up all night, so he tried to sleep all day, first. He slept an hour here and an hour there, but not straight through like he thought he needed. At about eight p.m. he realized that was it. Just a few hours sleep, if that. But that would have to do. He was too excited anyway, so he got up and got dressed.
   He put on a thin jogging outfit. One that he could leave on under his fight clothes. He went to a Radio Shack and bought a police scanner. Then he drove to the train station and walked in the bathroom with his back-pack. Five minutes later, an old man with a Santa Claus beard walked out, carrying the same back-pack.
   He got in the Buick and drove to the smash and grab area. It supposedly happens everyday here, he thought. He saw a crowd of black men standing on the corner of Cicero and Jackson, drinking and laughing it up. He parked where he could see them. He just sat there for two hours watching them, listening to his police scanner. He made mental notes of their descriptions. There were eleven men. Two old men and the rest were younger. Three of them were tall and thin and two were short and fat. The rest were kind of average. He noticed their clothes too. Two of them wore Chicago Bulls jackets, one had a Bears jacket and most of them wore something that was easy to remember.
   Slowly, one by one, the whole crowd stepped around the corner and Todd could no longer see them. He still sat there for another two minutes, wondering if he should drive around the block. All of a sudden two of them came running back toward Todd. They were laughing. Todd sat low, so that they wouldn't notice him. He saw the one guy with the Bears jacket throw a purse into the bushes. He took his Bears jacket off and threw that in there too. Then they kept running. He had a blue sweat shirt on under that and the idiot that ran with him had glow in the dark shoes. The crowd slowly started coming back around the corner. And the two punks were gone.
   Then the scanner started barking. "Fifteen-twenty-two, take the smash and grab at Cicero and Jackson. Complainants name is Powell" And the unit responded "fifteen-twenty-two, ten-four."
   Todd drove around the block and saw a car with a broken window. There was a woman with a little blood an her forehead standing there crying. Just then, the cops pulled up. Todd parked across the street and watched for a few seconds. He saw the woman pointing around the corner where the two ran. Then she took a seat in the squad car.
   Todd drove around again and still no sign of the two punks who did it. He parked in the same spot, where he could watch the bushes where the purse and jacket were. The crowd was still there.
   Then, the cop car came around the corner and parked by the crowd. Two cops got out and started talking to the crowd.    Todd saw about five of them shake their heads "no" and shrug. Then the cops left. That was it, Todd wondered? He drove around the block again and the victim was gone. He went around again and took his same parking spot again.
    About twenty minutes later, the two thugs came back. They laughed and gave each other five. The whole crowd slapped each other five and laughed.
   Then, the two idiots who did the deed walked toward where they threw the purse and jacket. Todd started his car and turned his lights on. They noticed him and decided not to retrieve the goods. They didn't want any witnesses and Todd knew it.    He stayed in his car and with it running. They hung around the bush for a few minutes and then walked back toward their buddies. They figured they would wait him out.
   After about ten minutes, Todd turned his lights off, but left his car running. He got out of his car and acted like he was going to walk down the street. He turned to see them still watching him. He walked passed the bushes about thirty feet. Then, he acted like he forgot something and turned around to walk back to his car.
   As soon as he got to the bushes, he ducked into them and grabbed the purse and jacket. He quickly stood up and walked toward his car. He could hear the crowd talking amongst themselves. Two or three of them started walking toward Todd.    They weren't sure he took their stuff, but a few of them saw him duck and they really weren't sure.
   He jumped in his car and threw it in drive and took off just in time to hear one of them say "hey man, what are you doing over there?" Todd smiled and waved as he drove off.