Went up in flames. Caller theres a fire. His wife was inside. None of it made sense to me. In the ashes, secrets. I dont care what you think you are seeing, you are dealingi with a murder. The gun, how did it end up completely underneath her body . In the front drivers seat appeared to be a note. She had rekindled a relationship with one of the executives. Did someone has something to hide . Did you kill her . No. It was like a script, he had answers for everything. He would realize this is it. You are going to hell for what youve done in this case. It was dark, past 3 00 a. M. , a hint of Crescent Moon struggled to penetrate the night here in middle america. Everyone asleep except on a quiet residential street, a woman unable to sleep watched a crime show on tv. Was the Popping Noise from somewhere in the neighborhood, or was it her tv show, or just a remnant of a windy day around her windowsill . April 30th, 2011, tornado season. And there was a storm that night. A whirlwind sweeping
and a concert, and a white trip, and a springfield trip. and we had just gone shopping the week before. and the clothes were still in the bag at our house. in fact, she had so many things lined up for us to do, that i was thinking i can t keep up with her. so, they did it by the story at all. she was not depressed. she was anything but. the wednesday before vashti died, when brett was served with a divorce papers, she spent that night with their sons at a friends house. i was going to stay there until friday. when brett was supposed to be out of the house, that was the plan said kathleen. he got a hold of her on thursday and told her to come home. that she owed it to him to let him say goodbye to his kids. he told her he couldn t be out by friday, he had nowhere to go. his parents didn t even know they were contemplating divorce. he didn t have any friends to go stay with. he said, he needed a few more