the shots were i am not at him but a tire at his suv. he instructed no wait 20 minutes and then i could leave. did you feel a rush of relief? not until when i actually heard their car drive off at that point is when pure rage set in. there was little he could do other than drive home on the flat tire and call the police. andy schreiber never got a look at the second gunman but he told police everything he could remember about the driver, a stocky black male. schreiber s ordeal was over. but 230four days later, a few ms away, ann s ordeal was about to begin. december 11th, 2000, 9:30 p.m., temperature dropping, a night snow falling. 55-year-old ann, a chelist with the orchestra, had finished the last rehearsal before the