Things were a bit different in Cocoa, Fl today. My photographer Marcus (he's pictured in my hurricane story) and I were following up on a story from yesterday morning.
A father of five had just taken his son to the bus stop when a guy rode up on a bike and shot him. He died. This morning, we were talking about the fact that kids would have to go to that same bus stop, with the killer still on the run. So we parked on the street where he was killed, it was very dark, a typical neighborhood. I didn't feel unsafe. This is what we do everyday.
About 4:40 am, a man comes out of the dark, it startles me. He knocked on my window, Marcus was in the back of the live truck and we were preparing for a liveshot. He yells that someone wanted to talk to us, and points toward the back of the truck and then WALKS back across the street into the dark.