Five shots rang out in the middle of the day. As smoke rises from the barrel of the black 9mm pistol and the smell of gunpowder fills the air, I collapse to the hot graveled asphalt on the side of the road. My wife screams for me as she is being held down on the ground and her arms restrained by this foul-breathed laughing monster on top of her on the other side of the car. I can see her from the bottom of the...