I was standing outside of Mitch's desperately trying to talk the police into breaking down the door and go upstairs where I knew my brother was trying to kill Max Thompson. I, of course, had told them the opposite; that I had called Mark and he was scared because Max was at his house and looking for him. The older of the two cops patiently explained to me that even though the truck next to my brother's car belonged to Max, it didn't mean anything. No one was answering the bell or the phone, and they had no cause other than my story, to break down a door. I started...