* * * * * * * * * * * * * * it was almost dark outside when charles roman awoke from his drunken stupor.he peered through the open blinds to see the last sliver of sun behind the treetops.the hot afternoon had given way to a cooler and beautiful southern dusk.all was quiet around him.atlanta commuters had long since completed their evening battle with the brutal traffic and were home in front of their tvs eating dinner .