In the pre-dawn hours of October 22, 2002, a sense of unease still lingered over the Washington D.C. metropolitan area. For three weeks, a pair of elusive snipers had been terrorizing the region, their seemingly random acts of violence leaving a trail of death and a populace gripped by fear. In Aspen-Hill, Maryland, Conrad Johnson, a 35-year-old husband and father of two, was beginning his workday like any other. A dedicated Ride On bus driver, he stood on the steps of his bus on Grand Pre Road,
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