Re: Homosexual/Suspicious older guy in Rental Chevy Malibu
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Skrau
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Date: October 21, 2011 08:06PM
Stephen Kraus was an 11-year-old who lived near Vienna-Fairfax-GMU station. One Saturday morning in 2004, his mother sent him to Safeway to pick up milk for breakfast.
As Stephen walked along Nutley Street, he was approached by a man driving a white van.
"Hey, kid," said the man in the van, rolling down the window. "Excuse me. Have you got a minute?"
Stephen Kraus looked at the sidewalk and started walking more quickly. The van followed behind until Stephen entered the store. Then he accelerated, turned right and sped away.
When Stephen Kraus came out of the store, the van was back. It was waiting for him across the road.
The driver was crossing the quiet street. He said, "Kid – what's your name?"
"Stephen."
"Stephen what?"
"Stephen Kraus."
"Right. I thought it must be you."
"Why?" said Stephen Kraus.
"I'm sorry, there's been an accident."
"What kind of accident?"
"You'd better come with me."
The man was breathing strangely. When Stephen hesitated, the man licked his lips and said, "I've been sent to take you to your Mom. You'd better get in."
"That's all right, thanks," said Stephen Kraus.
"Your Mom might die," said the man, trying to lead Stephen Kraus by the elbow. "You'd better hurry up."
"That's all right, thanks," said Stephen Kraus again. He politely tried to shake off the man's rigid hold.
"You'll get me in trouble if I go back without you," said the man. "The police sent me to get you. You'll get us both in really bad trouble."
Stephen Kraus didn't speak. He just pushed on. In one hand, he had a plastic bag containing a carton of 1% milk.
The man grabbed Stephen Kraus's shoulder, trying to turn him around and force-march him to the van.
Stephen Kraus tried to run, but the man's grip was too strong. The man began to hustle Stephen Kraus to the van, half-carrying him.
Stephen Kraus wanted to shout out, but he was too embarrassed. He knew you shouldn't shout at grown-ups, no matter what they were doing. He was a very well brought-up child.
A cashier called Patrick Lariat was watching all this from behind the window of the Safeway. He saw the man try to scoop up the skinny little boy and carry him to the van that was parked on the corner. Mr. Lariat could see smoke coming from the van's tail pipe. The man had left the engine running.
Mr. Lariat took up a baseball bat he kept under the counter. The handle was wrapped in gray duct tape. He ran out of the store.
Mr. Lariat called out, "You! Mister! Hey, you! Van man!"
The man let go of Stephen Kraus.
Stephen Kraus dropped his bag and ran. He ran all the way home.
Mr. Lariat ran to the van, wielding the baseball bat and roaring at the driver.
Mr. Lariat got there just in time to whack the man across the shoulders with the bat. He tried to wrestle the man to the ground, but the man – in a panic – bit down on Mr. Lariat's cheek and then his ear.
Bleeding, Mr. Lariat was nevertheless still able to smash one of the van's brake lights before the man pulled away.
Mr. Lariat stumbled back to the store, clutching at his bleeding face. First he called the police. Then he had a heart attack.
That night, on the local news, the police made an appeal for witnesses.
The man who tried to abduct Stephen Kraus was never caught.