Rene DeLong heard the bicycle rattling down the road in front of her house.
She jumped out of her easy chair and raced to the window to peep through
the blinds. There, peddling down the street toward the house directly
across the street from her own, was Tommy Avera. Just barely thirteen
years old, Tommy was returning from his paper route, a job he had just
begun a few weeks earlier. In spite of his young age, he was physically
well-developed. He was 5 feet, ten inches tall with sandy blond hair, and
broad shoulders. Like many
