The Yard by Tony Radford On a quietblock in Antioch there lived an evil man, a mind so vile – a pedophile who hatched a wicked plan. Behind his place he’d make a space and plant a shrub or two, a natural veil that might curtail a nosey-neighbor’s view. He then commenced to build a fence to keep the sleuths at bay and in the back, he built a shack, for what – he wouldn’t say. All the while, a precious child – a little blon...