It was 1986-ish in Vancouver, Washington, a school day, as the students of Camas High (Go Papermakers!) were anxiously waiting for the bell to ring them out the door, into the parking lot that signified freedom. Camas police chief Don Chaney was there, paying a visit to the school principal. The chief and the principal were chatting in an office that had a window that overlooked that parking lot and the street that ran alongside the front of the school.
There was one particular Camas underclassman who knew that view very well. He had been in that office more than a few times.