May 8, 2011
In a way, the apartment was the show piece of the property, situated beside a sign that was otherwise shrouded in darkness. Mayhew seemed to be aware of this because he approached the building carefully. A motion light illuminated him by the pines and he froze; however, the allure of the bike was too great. His shadow continued advancing toward the porch, not unlike a child's hand raching into a cookie jar. He reached his prize, but through his haze, he didn't notice the bike was secured against two end tables, which fell and facilitated his journey over the rail.