Polethe driver00 55 41he was walking away like he was drunk or something, disoriented Cincinnati Police connecting the dots to a previous call. It didnt take long. 03 06 14we had a call around 4 pm for a person who was intoxicated waving a gun in the areaa few hundred yards from the wreck02 14 31 never in my life it was 2 car lengths ahead of me three officers were told coming face to face with the suspect 02 03 09there was cops all over right there in that area thereat first police say the man was compliant. In an instant things changed. 03 07 10the person retrieved a gun from their waistband the officers perceived that threat they fired upon that individual 02 05 06when the guy just barely moved the first cop was standing here like that pow shot him, when he shot all of em just started shooting at the same time as investigators were at work the shell casings shadowed by yellow markers. 02 06 26i jumped outta my van started screaming at the up because thats how close we werethe 36year
Happened in those 20 steps. It didnt make sense to me. The men in her life, all three, were there that deadly morning. You know you were a person of interest . We still love each other very much. Somebody knew that we were seeing each other and didnt like it. Whodunit . Everybody was a suspect. My stomach was in my throat. All of us were taken aback. It was really hard for my brain to wrap around that. It was early morning. Still dark, the spring air was a cold blanket around the pickup parked and running near the main street of little glendive, montana. At 5 20 the passenger side door opened, the woman stepped out, of her downtown apartment. Her coat disheveled. Her bra slung over one arm. The mans eyes followed her in the dark. Drawn as other mens eyes were, like moths to a flame. To her, to the woman now crossing the sidewalk to her doorway, susie. Lightning in the bottle. They were all there. There at susies front door. Each one of them was part that crime scene. But how many and w
Interest . We still love each other very much. Somebody knew that we were like it. Whodunit . Everybody was a suspect. My stomach was in my throat. All of us were taken aback. It was really hard for my brain to wrap around that. It was early morning. Still dark, the spring air was a cold blanket around the pickup parked and running near the main street of little glendive, montana. At 5 20 the passenger side door opened, the woman stepped out, and hurried towards the entrance her coat disheveled. Her bra slung over one arm. The mans eyes followed her in the dark. Like moths to a flame. Crossing the sidewalk to her doorway, susie. Lightning in the bottle. They were all there. There at susies front door. Each one of them was part that crime scene. But how many and who . Who are the eyes in the dark that started that awful cascade of events of terrible things . I just dropped the phone and cried and cried and cried. I just couldnt believe that that could happen three times in one family. S
At 5 20 the passenger side door opened, the woman stepped out, and hurried towards the entrance of her downtown apartment. Her coat disheveled. Her bra slung over one arm. The mans eyes followed her in the dark. Drawn as other mens eyes were, like moths to a flame. To her, to the woman now crossing the sidewalk to her doorway, susie. Lightning in the bottle. They were all there. There at susies front door. Each one of them was part that crime scene. But how many and who . Who are the eyes in the dark that started that awful cascade of events of terrible things . I just dropped the phone and cried and cried and cried. That could happen three times in one family. Sunlight in the bad lands of eastern montana is like nothing else. That unsullied sky, the vast Rolling Prairies dotted sparsely with tiny old hamlets in which business is personal and where friends and families have worked the same places for generations. Places like circle, population 600, susies hometown. She livened things u