I was there at the Murrah building the night before and morning of the bombing until about 7am. I was a teenager, snuck out and we were being rebellious kids. I remember a maroon car with the driver sitting there with a map of sorts in front of the steering wheel. As we walked by, I had a sinking feeling in my gut thinking it was weird. Then I thought it was weird that I was even thinking it was weird. Maybe it was coincidence but I have always thought about it. It felt like a cloud of evil as I passed.