Joey felt a sharp pain in his foot.

“Ouch!  That hurts!” he yelped.  His fiancee, Janet, chuckled as she bent down to pry the crab off of his big toe and set him back down like a fragile seashell on the white sand of Venice Beach.

“Thanks babe,” Joey said as he rubbed his toe.  After a few minutes, he felt better.  They kept strolling along the beach, almost as if nothing had happened - except for some minor throbbing in Joey's big toe.

“OW!” Joey suddenly yelped again as he felt a stabbing feeling in the sole of his foot.

He lifted up his foot and saw a glass fragment in his foot.  He cringed in pain as he pulled it out, causing blood to slowly drip out onto the sand, mixing with it and making it a slightly faded hue of red.  Then down below him, he and Janet noticed a broken bottle with a soaking wet paper note.

“What's that paper?” Janet asked.  She picked it up and tried to make out the letters on the somewhat soaked note.

“Something's going down tonight at 175 Highland Avenue, Los Angeles, CA.”

Her heart dropped.  _That was their home address._

“We'd better head home,” Joey immediately commented, his instincts screaming, _This can't be good_.

They got back into their sedan, Joey speeding down the freeway in a panic.  As they pulled into their driveway, they were not prepared for what they saw.