I was buttoning up my coat to go to my husband’s funeral when my grandson burst into the garage, pale as a ghost. “Grandma, don’t start the car! Please don’t!”

“Are you saying… someone tried…?”

Lucas nodded slowly.

“If you’d started the engine with the garage door closed, you wouldn’t have gotten out of there. The mechanic says that can kill you in minutes.”

The woman brought her hand to her mouth. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

“How did you know?”