One night, at our first stop, our 7-year-old daughter Susie was kidnapped out of our tent. The tent was cut next to where her head had lain; she was pulled out and carried away. A massive investigation ensued, while all we could do was to sit at the picnic table and watch, wait, and worry. The deputies were dragging the river next to us, and every time the boat would stop, lifting its empty net, my heart would stop. One year to the minute after the kidnapper had taken Susie, he called me at my home in Michigan.