I was asleep, but something kept infiltrating my dreams. A familiar noise. It's the sound of a helicopter... not just one - but a few... and they're hovering... News helicopters... 2 blocks away...

Time to get the TV on and find some local news...

Father returned home last night at 9:30 and found his two kids - a 3 year-old girl & a 9 year-old boy - stabbed to death, his wife is being treated for lacerations.

We didn't hear a damn thing in the neighborhood last night...

UPDATE: Getting out of the neighborhood to get to work was impossible. I counted at least 7 television trucks and a dozen SUV's from radio and newspaper outlets. The police, fortunately, were just lifting barricades that block a lot of the street, so some of the traffic would get going. It's amazing how much a person slows down to see the scene as they drive by. I saw a little old lady slow to under 5mph to cross the intersection, while the rest of us just want to get to where we need to be.

After work I drove by again. A little less trucks, hardly any other media, but now the TV people were setting-up to do stand-ups right in front of the house.

Strange story. I know this is going to sound odd and even bad, but why do I feel a little more at ease knowing that this could be a domestic case instead of a home invasion kind of attack?

UPDATE: