"What happened that night?" I started. I diligently placed my recorder on the little centre table between us after turning it on. I studied this man for a while as he counted his words. He really did look disturbed. I wish I could tell him it was okay and there is really nothing to be so spooked about, but he was there at the bar that night. He witnessed everything that I did not. So I kept my mouth shut and waited for him to catch his before he could begin to tell his tale.

"I don't know. All I know is this: everything was normal and okay. I was...