Randy, always hovering over his paper at this hour, was nowhere to be seen. Curiosity aroused, Chuck hesitated. As he stood there in the morning twilight, staring through the glass, two suspicious-looking men appeared from behind the counter. Chuck knew instantly that the scruffy-haired pair must be robbing the place. Remembering the old adage about discretion being the better part of valor, Veshinfski withdrew to the safety of his car. He fumbled in the glove compartment for a piece of paper and started to scribble as fast as he could. The only other car in the store parking lot was a dark brown Ramcharger with a light brown roof and curtains hanging in the side windows. He wrote down the description, tossed the pen and paper on the seat beside him and slipped his car into drive, easing out onto the highway. Chuck Veshinfski drove home, picked up the telephone and called the police. Within minutes, Trooper Michael Steffee was headed toward the 7-Eleven on Route 286. Wednesday, January 2, 1980, 11:00 p.m.
