"What happened?" I asked, following him up the stairs to his room. I know my son. When he's upset he can barely speak. He couldn't say much but did give some details. They had just grabbed him a few minutes ago in a back lane a few blocks away. One pushed him against a fence to question him.

He was nice enough when I told him what happened and wrote down some details. He said he'd call me. Then I went home and took "Storm's statement."

"He turned me around, pushed me against a fence and started to pat me down. He lifted up my sweater and said, 'Do you have any weapons?'"